Hiya! Akira here! Here is my newest longshot! This story came to me, and I wanted to go with it. This story will not be my top-priority story. Time's Design holds that place with me. So I might not update extremely often. But it will give me a break from TD every now and then. Hope you will enjoy it!
Warning: This story has spoilers from PMD2. Just a heads up.
Rated T for very occasional language. Perhaps violence for later chapters.
This team is based off of my PMD2 Team. Akira is the leader, being a female Pikachu. Kamon is her partner, a male Totodile.
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He glared at the three of them with his one, piercing ice-blue eye. The color fit, as that one eye's gaze chilled two of his challengers to the core.
He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed. But that was easily outweighed by his extreme frustration and anger. How dare that little Pikachu and her cowardly Totodile friend putz and meddle with his grand schemes? His ambitions had been ground to a screeching halt the first time, when he had planned the demise of the flow of time. Everything had been planned so perfectly!
He had attacked the Temporal Tower, annihilating Dialga's control and degenerating the powerful, but too righteous Pokémon into Primal Dialga. Primal Dialga was a great improvement to his controlled and level-headed counterpart. He was ruthless, confused, and highly aggressive. Better yet, he was insanely powerful when he was out of control. And best of all, Primal Dialga would do anything, anything, to ensure his own survival. Which meant he'd go to any means to prevent turning back into the calm and reasonable Dialga.
Oh, how easily Primal Dialga could be manipulated by the wily likes of himself. And follower of Primal Dialga's… that ignorant oaf… Dusknoir. His overinflated ego along with his greed and ambitions to impress his crazed master. It made it all too easy to quell any signs of rebellion by Pokémon who hadn't yet been tainted with darkness. The ghost-type, with his army of Sableye, so willing to serve, could brutally and lethally put an end to any discontent without any work having to be done by the real mastermind himself.
He was so sure that the only path anything could take was total degeneration into hopeless darkness- with him reigning over the black despair without dispute or challenge.
What a glorious dictatorship it would be. That damned Cresselia would have no ability to quench the darkness if there was no light left to chase it away. Yes, it would be a grand coup indeed.
But then he'd heard about two who hadn't yet fallen to the darkness. No, three, actually. Two Pokmon, and a human. One of the Pokémon, a Grovyle, had teamed up with a human girl who was rumored to have unusual powers of the supernatural kind, as well as the power to speak to Pokemon. It fascinated him, and amused him. To think that a mere girl and a Grovyle could think to topple such a well-laid plan such as his. Especially since they assumed their main enemy was Dusknoir and Primal Dialga. He waited for Dusknoir to simply do his thing and dispose of the entertaining pests.
Yes, they more often than not escaped from the bumbling fool and his legion of Sableye. But it was still fun to watch. Like a game of Meowth and Rattata. Yes, they outsmarted and outran. However, they'd reach the end of their tether at some point. And he was more than pleased to watch and wait for it to happen.
But what was this? He hadn't in his wildest dreams imagined that a Legendary still existed outside of his control. And it was the absolute worst Pokémon possible to have working against him. He had raged about, killing off a couple of those useless Sableye from afar after he had glimpsed the pink shine of the nymph aiding the two.
Celebi! She could travel through time! That damned creature might actually be able to make his plans falter.
After his rage had dissipated somewhat, he calmed with an eerie smirk. Yes, she could time travel. But with the power of Primal Dialga under his command, so could he.
Out of sight, he had hidden while Celebi summoned up a portal. He summoned the power of Primal Dialga and a warped vortex appeared as well. Celebi disappeared as the girl and the Grovyle made the jump into the vortex, and he entered his own wormhole.
He had seen the two falling in a rush of color. He narrowed his pale blue eye. Grovyle. He was the leader of the two. He was the determination. He'd extinguish his life first.
Raising one black, ethereal arm, he summoned a powerful Dark Pulse and aimed it at the Grovyle. However, the girl seemed to notice something amiss. With a cry, she somehow shoved Grovyle away and took the blast herself, which distorted the vortex.
At first, he'd been angry. But then he was pleased. The hit she had taken caused enough distortion for her to be separated from Grovyle. And better yet, he smirked, she would lose her memory and her form, recuperating from the shock of the distortion, would change to that of a Pokémon.
There was no way that she was a threat any longer. All there was left of this "mighty" duo was Grovyle, and he'd be easily taken care of. He'd find a way to indirectly command Dusknoir to travel to the time Grovyle had been transported to and capture him under the lie that he was dangerous. The future would be unaltered. He would remain as the most powerful Pokémon. His vision would come true.
His moment of glory was when that oaf, Dusknoit had managed to fool everyone, including that brat- who had become a Pikachu, and her Exploration Team partner, a cowardly Totodile, into believing that Grovyle was evil and that Dusknoir was good. They would be taken to the future and killed at the hands of the rather unskilled Sableye henchmen that Dusknoir insisted on surrounding himself with.
He should have expected something to go awry. It was Dusknoir, things had to go wrong. But he had become complacent.
So imagine his rage. Imagine his utter wrath when that girl, her partner, and that blasted Grovyle escaped from the clutches of the ghost-type due to his quick thinking. And imagine his fury when Grovyle managed to penetrate the web of lies they had been told, and gotten the two to trust him.
He was still confident, though. Even though Dusknoir failed yet again, and Grovyle pushed himself and the fool back to the future, leaving Temporal Tower to the meddling twosome. Yes, he was confident. Dialga was already displaying signs of instability. He was already losing control and was beginning the transformation into Primal Dialga. There was no way that the two could possibly take on the Being of Time and win.
And he broke down into a flaming conniption when they proved him wrong.
How, how, how?
A few days had passed before he came up with a new idea. This would rid them for sure.
To convince them that their presence was causing the warping and tearing of the very fabric of space. And to make sure his argument was convincing, he would use his nightmares to give him the appearance of his enemy, Cresselia.
She was already tailing him, suspecting him to come up with such a plot. She must have come to the conclusion that he had played a part in the near-collapse of Temporal Tower. That nuisance.
But she would never catch him. He was always two steps ahead of her.
Blast that Pikachu's determination! If she had the same resolve as that Totodile, they both would have probably thrown themselves off of Sharpedo Bluff and offed themselves to "save the world from the destruction of space" as he had eloquently said under the guise of Cresselia.
He decided to take a more direct approach. He invaded the dreams of Palkia himself, still pretending to be Cresselia, convincing him that the two seemingly insignificant Pokémon were the cause of the warping of space instead of himself.
He was sure it would work. Palkia's rage would destroy them. But he was proven wrong again.
Sick of all the roundabout ways, he pulled them into Palkia's dreams, deciding to take them out himself if he had to.
Damn that Cresselia. Her timing ruined everything. She exposed him for who he truly was, Darkrai, king of nightmares and darkness.
Finally, he gave in. Not to Cresselia's powers, of course not! He just dropped the charade. He beckoned the Pikachu and Totodile to find him in Dark Crater. There, he would put an end to them himself.
And now, here they were. He roiled under the surface to see that they had brought Cresselia with them. The odds were not in his favor with her around. His blue eye narrowed as he came up with the plan.
After telling his story and his elaborate scheme, he quickly cast a nightmare at the Pikachu like a spell. It was so seamless, she wouldn't even notice the transition from reality into the imaginary.
Working the beings of the dream like an evil Puppet Master, he manipulated the false Totodile partner of hers into going along with his scheme under the ruse that he was too powerful to resist, let alone defeat. The Pikachu looked at a crossroads for a moment before making her way up to him. He grinned ghoulishly, making the Totodile mutter the lie that they could all rule the darkness together.
Of course, he'd kill her instead.
However, the gleam of triumph in his crystal eye was replaced by confusion, then eventually rage as he noticed the lucid determination in the Pikachu's eyes. She was throwing off the power of his nightmares!
And suddenly, the falseness was gone, and that Pikachu was glaring at him, Cresselia and Totodile behind her, saying that "Kamon" would never say such a thing. So she saw past his dreams, did she? His eye flashed as he flew into battle.
How seamlessly she and the Totodile worked together! They were smart enough to keep their distance, but still hit him with alternations of Discharge and Hydro Pump. Cresselia didn't even need to step in.
He was down and defeated.
HOW?
He felt fear for a brief moment, but then it was gone in the wake of wicked realization. He smirked, pleased that the two looked uneasy at his sudden smug demeanor. If only they knew that they could never escape him…
He summoned a vortex and relished the fear and disconsolation in their faces. He would try again. He would always return. They could never truly stop him. He would only come back at a different time and place, wiser to their antics and more powerful than the last time.
He said his gleeful farewell and flew into the vortex, triumph returning to his being.
He could only hear garbled voices behind him, and he turned to close the vortex behind him.
But wait… That voice. Why was it familiar? No. No, no, no! NO!
He tried to close the vortex in a panic when he belatedly realized who it was and what was about to transpire. He couldn't let that happen…! The consequences!
He reached to close the vortex…
And his world shattered into a myriad of pieces, like broken glass.
With a piercing, anguished screech that reached the Pikachu, Totodile, Cresselia, and Palkia in Dark Crater, everything faded to black.
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Alright, so this was the Prologue to Darkrai's Redemption. I hope it wasn't too muddled and messy. Please, criticism is much appreciated, and I love and respond to every review! Thanks for reading!
Later! ~Meta-Akira