Author's notes: So, I decided to split Gardevoir's story from Blaziken's for two reasons. One, the stories are too different and two, this one is going to have much more violence and bad words. But the two stories will still be linked in a way. Also, I want you to know that this is a LOVE story. There will be blood and deaths and all this kind of thing, but it is still a love story. Ah, yes. This is not beta'd, so maybe there will be some mistakes...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon and everybody knows that.
Don't Let Me Let You Go
Chapter 1 – Childhood
Mom Gardevoir and dad Gallade were feeling like they were the happiest parents in the whole world. Their baby was perfect: male, intelligent and skillful. He was even shiny! This happy family lived in a small pokemon village in the Hoenn region and they were known as the best of their kind. All their ancestors were very strong and respectful and so were dad Gallade and mom Gardevoir. That is why their child had to be perfect. They did not want to be the ones to break that perfect line and dishonor the family's 'name'. They would do anything to help baby Ralts become the perfect gallade. So they educated him to be a true gentleman and taught him to fight like the best gladiator. Baby Ralts was very smart and learned everything very quickly, but mom and dad noticed something strange about their child. He would never know when to stop attacking. Even if the opponent was already unconscious on the ground, little Ralts continued hitting it.
The parents always had to go and stop him. "Ralts, did not we talk about this before? You stop when the other faints." But little Ralts seemed not to listen to them. They insisted for many times, but Ralts never stopped it. Until the day he almost killed a pokemon. The poor thing could barely breathe and there was so much blood! All pokemon in the village were afraid of Ralts and so were his parents. They were shocked. Why was their child like that? Why did that happen to them? No one would respect them anymore and it was all his fault.
At that day, mom Gardevoir and dad Gallade left Ralts in a rehab. They did not even want to look at him anymore. That thing wasn't their child. It was a monster! They went away without looking back and hoped that evil creature would die there. Ralts didn't care. He didn't want his parents to return because at least in that place he would have some peace. No one would want to talk to him, or that was what he thought.
Two days after his arrival, a male torchic came close to him. He was more or less the same age as Ralts, but the Torchic looked like a normal pokemon. Why would such a young and healthy Torchic be there?
"Hey, I'm going to become a pokemon master! Do you want to be my starter pokemon?"
What the fuck! What did that bird have in his head? Well, at least Ralts understood the reason the fire pokemon was there. He was completely nuts!
"Oh, you don't want? I see! That's because you want to be a trainer just like me, isn't it?
Arceus, that Torchic was really annoying.
"Of course not. I'm not crazy like you. Good luck on your journey, though."
Ralts then left the room. He didn't want to stay close to that stupid bird… Maybe his madness was contagious.
OOoooOOO
Ralt's favorite place in the rehab building was an isolated room upstairs. No one went there. It was perfect for him to meditate. Unfortunately for the psychic pokemon, Torchic had not given up on having him as a starter pokemon and he had been searching for Ralts. That day, the fire bird had finally found him.
"Hey!"
Ralts almost fell off the bed in surprise. Who dared to interrupt his meditation?
"Hey, Ralts. Are you sure you don't want to go with me? It will be such a cool adventure!"
"I SAID NO!"
Using his psychic powers, Ralts sent Torchic flying out of the room. The bird hit a wall and fell on the ground with his back and head hurting.
"Wow. You are strong. You would be the perfect starter!"
By hearing the word 'perfect' Ralts became even angrier. His eyes shone in an intense red and his hands started glowing with purple power.
"Leave. Me. ALONE!"
Something that looked like a chair was thrown right beside Torchic with full force. The fire pokemon widened his eyes in fear and left running and crying. Maybe that was too harsh… Well, at least that chick would not bother him anymore.
This sentence remained true only for one day because as soon as Torchic was able to get over what had happened, he came back to Ralts' favorite room to ask him to be his pokemon once more.
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Why me? There are many other pokemon downstairs."
"But they aren't as strong as you are."
"Anyone can become strong."
"But I want YOU!"
Ralts' patience was running out. The Torchic was really getting on his nerves.
"So, is this a yes?"
"NO!"
The fire pokemon did not even see the punch coming. In one moment, he was on the bed and one second later he was lying on the ground.
"Ouch, that hurt!"
Ralts jumped on Torchic and started punching him on the face while the other screamed, desperately asking for help. Two chanseys and a kangaskhan came to see what was happening. The bigger pokemon held Ralts by his arms and took him off Torchic. Both chanseys carried the hurt pokemon away in order to heal him.
OOOoooOOOO
The punishment was not so bad. Actually, it was everything Ralts wanted. Kangaskhan locked him in a room and told him to think about what he had done. He was also told that he would have to stay locked for a whole day and they would bring him food.
"Wonderful." Was Ralts answer to Kangaskhan.
The white pokemon thought the rest of the day would be calm and that he would be able to relax, but some hours later his meditation was interrupted once more. This time it was not Torchic, though. Ralts heard many different voices screaming and they seemed to come from downstairs. There were too many voices at the same time, so he took some time to understand what was going on.
"Fire! The place's on fire!"
Oh, Holy Arceus!
He needed only five seconds to unlock the door with his psychic powers and five more seconds to get to the stairs. It was HELL down there. Again with the help of his powers, he kept the fire away from him while he searched for an exit. Before getting there, Ralts found a fainted pokemon lying unconscious on the floor.
"Torchic!"
Even though he hated the bird (and Ralts did not understand why), he felt he could not leave him there, so he made Torchic levitate and carried him to the exit. When he got outside, there were many water pokemon working hard to extinguish the fire.
"Ralts! Thank Arceus you are alive!" One of the chanseys came running, a relieved expression on her face. But as soon as she had a better look at the psychic pokemon, her relief turned into curiosity. "How did you get out without any burn?"
Ralts looked at the chansey who had spoken and instead of answering the question, he asked one of his own.
"How did it start?"
"Oh that was really strange. And very fast too. See little Torchic there? It was him who burned everything."
Torchic? Why would he do that? Maybe he became even crazier after the punching…
"You see, we gave him a rare candy for his good behavior while we healed him and for some reason he became aggressive and started putting the place on fire. I think he is allergic to rare candies…"
And then Chansey was interrupted by Kangaskhan.
"No, it is not that. Didn't you hear him? He was searching for more candies. Probably he has an addiction to rare candies."
Interesting. So the Torchic wasn't just crazy, but he was also addicted to shit?
OOOoooOOO
Fortunately, no one died in the fire accident, but they had to move to another place. Also, the staff decided not to give rare candies to anyone anymore. Some weeks went by without any other problem, unless, of course, you consider Torchic's annoying daily invitation to join his journey a problem. They fought so many times that Ralts ended up becoming friendlier towards Torchic. They even gave each other nicknames.
"What about our journey, Mad Bedsheet?"
"Shut up, Burnt Chick."
Ralts had not even stayed there for a month when he suddenly evolved. After that, he quickly got tired of staying in the rehab. He wanted to see the world. But he did not want to be captured by some stupid human. No, he would not let that happen.
It was not hard to escape the rehab. It also was not hard to take the first step outside. He did not look back, he did not think twice. There was nothing to lose and no one to worry about.
Author's notes: And that's it. I hope you liked it and well, the blood will come only in the next chapters. So don't worry. And please don't forget to leave a review! Thanks for reading!
