The Revenge of Raijinn
Chapter 2: Pre-Tournament Planning
"Normal Talk"
Thoughts
(Pokémon Talk)
High above the earth, in the very heavens themselves, there was a place known to mankind only as the Hall of Origin. It was there that Arceus, the God of all pokémon, created time, space, and reality by creating Dialga, Palkia, and Giritina, the pokémon of Time, Space, and the Distortion World, respectively. It was there that Arceus created the earth, the sea, the sky, and pokémon and humans. It was there that the young man and his partner appeared.
IIIII
(THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!) A deep booming voice could be heard throughout the Hall of Origin, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
(I REFUSE TO LET A…A…A MOUSE JOIN THE RANKS OF THE LEGENDARIES!) The deep booming voice continued to shout, though nobody was listening.
Arceus just sighed, attempting to ignore Palkia's rants. It had been that way for months, ever since its defeat at the hands of Ashura and Pikachu. Part of the coronation process was to defeat every legendary in single combat, a feat that none had accomplished. At least, none until the two of them had come along.
Finally, the ranting got to be too much for Arceus, and just as it was about to command Palkia to shut up, another voice beat it to the punch.
(I believe that that is enough out of you) said a cold, unforgiving voice as a blue psychic aura surrounded Palkia, causing it to finally shut its mouth.
Arceus sighed in relief as sweet silence finally reached its ears.
(Thank you Mewtwo) it stated in gratitude.
(No trouble at all.) Mewtwo smirked before saying telepathically, (Besides, Palkia needs to learn when to talk and when everyone wants to remove its voice box in the most painful manner imaginable.)
Palkia's face began to turn red and steam began coming out of its ears as it attempted to escape its psychic prison.
Arceus sweatdropped, sighing again, before a cold chuckle rang out through the hall, instantly quieting the entire hall full of legendaries.
"How you managed to convince humanity you were all-powerful is beyond me when, even now, you act like a bunch over-powered four year olds."
All of the pokémon stayed silent, not daring to move, while Palkia quickly paled and stopped fighting upon hearing the voice. Arceus simply chuckled along with him, while Mewtwo's smirk grew even wider.
All of the pokémon quickly turned to see a young man in a black trench coat, fluttering despite the lack of wind, with a Pikachu sitting on his shoulder.
Ash smirked before saying, "Miss me?"
IIIII
It was complete pandemonium in the League Headquarters. All the champions, elite four, gym leaders, frontier brains, and even the professors had been called only an hour after the end of the freak storm that had happened. All they had been told was that they were to report to the main headquarters immediately, using any means to get there. Luckily, the psychic trainers were able to easily get anybody too far away to normally make the journey.
Mr. Goodshow would have been amused, though most likely not surprised, to know that he was having the same issues that Arceus was having at that moment. He sighed as two of the more *ahem* outspoken gym leaders, Brock and Misty, the gym leaders of Pewter and Cerulean respectively, demanded to know why they were there.
Just as Mr. Goodshow was about to lose his normally calm demeanor, a normally quiet voice was heard above the din.
"ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Anabel shouted.
The entire room instantly shut up in shock. None of them had ever heard Anabel quite so irritable. The silence didn't last long though, as two very *cough* persistent gym leaders started running their mouths again.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" screamed Misty.
"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TELL US TO SHUT UP?" Brock shouted.
It would have continued this way for a long time if Sabrina hadn't used her psychic powers to knock them out, quite effectively shutting them up.
Mr. Goodshow sighed in relief, his poor aching eardrums getting a quick respite.
"Thank you Ms. Lila, Ms. Natsume," he thanked as everyone around them nodded, glad for the respite, no matter how short.
"It is time that I let all of you know the reasons I asked you here tonight. The first reason is in regards to the upcoming tournament. Now as you all know, it has been tradition for the Champions and other trainers selected by them or by the head of the League to not be allowed to use their most powerful pokémon in the preliminaries." The entire room nodded, with the exception of Brock and Misty who were still out cold. This was common knowledge; it had been this way since the Pokémon League itself was established and the Tournament of the Divine created by Arceus itself.
"I am afraid that this will not be the case for this year's tournament," Mr. Goodshow sighed.
Almost instantly, everyone in the room reacted. Some, such as the champions, the elite fours, Professor Oak, and Brandon, the ex-head frontier brain, paled. Others, such as Gary, Paul, Sabrina, Anabel, and Scott, smiled widely or, in Paul's case, smirked evilly. Most, however, were in an uproar.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!" shouted Clair. "YOU KNOW THAT ANY OF THE CHAMPIONS COULD DECIMATE MOST OF US IN NO TIME AT ALL! BESIDES, THE RULE MAKES SURE THE CHAMPIONS LEARN AS WELL!"
Cynthia quickly stood up, stating with force, "All of you, be quiet and let Mr. Goodshow explain."
Seeing the fear in her eyes and her pale skin shocked everyone nearly as much as Anabel's outburst had. They all quickly looked to the head of the table, where the four champions, Mr. Goodshow, Scott, and Brandon where seated. They saw the same look on all of their faces, except for Scott, who was chuckling quietly to himself.
"Thank you Ms. Shirona," Mr. Goodshow stated. "Now, all of you are aware of the freak storm that happened a mere hour ago, correct?" Mr. Goodshow inquired. There were nods all around as they remembered the odd storm that had left as quickly as it had arrived.
"That was no freak storm," Scott stated bluntly.
This time, there was no outburst, only confusion from most of those there.
A look of realization appeared on Clair's face before being replaced by utter fear. The pieces all fit together with what little Lance had told her on their way there and what Cynthia had told her of the ancient legends.
"Y-Y-You can't possibly mean that the storm was the sign?" Clair stammered out nervously.
Mr. Goodshow simply nodded in response.
Clair paled even more and started to shake, scaring the other gym leaders; they had never seen her like this before.
"They did it. They actually did it." Clair went into shock as she just murmured the phrases over and over again, rocking slightly in her seat.
The gym leaders merely looked on in shock, none able to talk, not even Brock or Misty, who had woken up just as Clair rolled into the fetal position.
Cynthia spoke up, knowing that the subject they were on was her specialty.
"Long ago, before the birth of Arceus, there was only chaos," she stated, going into a 'lecture mode.' "Many believe chaos to have been a vast nothingness, empty and devoid of everything." The rest of the assembled company nodded, knowing the ancient myth. "That is false," Cynthia bluntly stated, shocking the others. "Chaos was not a black emptiness, but in fact made up of pure elemental power, constantly clashing. When Arceus was born, it knew that it would not live long without a way to control the power, so it made beings to control the elemental power. Arceus knew that, in the future, the elemental power would split into a total of 17 elements, so it made 16 beings, giving himself the power of neutral energy, or what we now call, the 'normal type.' The 17 beings knew that anything they would create could easily be destroyed in a fit of anger or accidental burst of power, so they decided to leave our dimension. Each one used their power to create their own plane of existence, one where they would be surrounded by their element for all of eternity. Before sealing themselves in their planes of self-imposed exile, they left a way for Arceus to summon them if the need ever arose. They left behind the 16 plates. Arceus promised to them that, when they felt they had complete and total control of their element, he would allow them to return one by one."
"WHAT?" shouted Misty and Brock, interrupting Cynthia's tale.
"WHY WOULD ARCEUS LET THEM COME BACK IF THEY COULD DESTROY THE ENTIRE WORLD?" screeched Misty.
Mr. Goodshow stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs "BOTH OF YOU QUIET DOWN THIS INSTANT!" The two of them instantly shut up, glaring at Mr. Goodshow.
Cynthia continued her story as if she had never been interrupted. "From the 16 plates that he was given, Arceus created pokémon, beings that could control the elements. He then created humans, who had no control over the elements, but had the ability to technologically advance. In this way, he hoped to keep the balance over the elements. At first, the ancient pokémon had little to no control over the elements, and humans had not yet gained enough mental capability to progress. That quickly changed over time. The longer the Elemental Deities, as they are now called, stayed in their realms, the more control they gained over the elements, and the more power they were able to give to the pokémon that Arceus had linked to them."
"Do all of you remember that at the last Tournament of the Divine, electrical pokémon were at their peak in power?" Mr. Goodshow questioned. He was met with blank stares from the younger trainers, but the older ones, especially Lt. Surge, Watson, and Volkner, nodded vigorously.
Seeing their nods, Mr. Goodshow continued. "The Tournament of the Divine, as you all, was the first thing Arceus asked of us once we learned to work with pokémon. It asked us this so it could test the control the Deities had over their element. During the last tournament, the power of electric pokémon was so great, that Arceus claimed that the Deity of Thunder, Raijinn, had enough control to be allowed out. He spent the next 24 years looking for the one to control Raijinn's powers. He finally found one that met his approval, the only human that every legendary fully trusted. He told this human of the risks involved, and he and his partner agreed to host him. The two of them went into intense training to learn to control Raijinn's powers, Arceus slowly allowing Raijinn to manifest himself within the two of them. Raijinn's powers went to the pokémon, while the control went to the human. In this way, Arceus ensured that, however unlikely, the power would never be abused. The storm was the signal that the training was complete, and that it was time for the coronation of the new Lords of Thunder."
The entire room was silent for a moment before Brock burst out into laughter, quickly followed by Misty.
"Do you really expect us to believe that load of crap?" Brock asked.
"Yeah, what do you take us for? Team Rocket?" Misty asked, trying to control her laughter.
Mr. Goodshow was stunned at the outright idiocy of two of his gym leaders, as was nearly everyone else. Five people, however, were angered beyond belief. Gary, Paul, Sabrina, Anabel, and, surprisingly, Scott stood up and shouted "LEAVE!"
This infuriated Brock and Misty who yelled "NO!"
Scott began shaking in anger, causing everyone, even Paul, to look terrified. The shaking got worse and worse, before it suddenly stopped and he smirked.
"Fine then," he calmly stated, "how about we settle this in a pokémon battle, me against the two of you. If I win, then you two leave the premises immediately and do not return unless summoned. If you win, then the two of you are allowed to run the rest of the meeting however you want."
The two of them looked at him incredulously before agreeing to the terms.
This will be simple! Brock thought. Soon enough, all of the good looking girls will be sitting through the rest of the meeting in (THIS PORTION OF BROCK'S THOUGHTS HAS BEEN CENSORED FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE).
Soon enough, I'll be spending the rest of this boring meeting in the pool while Brock pervs on the rest of the girls. Misty thought, excited at the prospect of being alone in a pool for hours to relax and not have to attend the rest of the stupid meeting.
The three of them stepped out on to the battlefield in the headquarters, Scott, Anabel, Sabrina, Gary, Paul, and Mr. Goodshow smirking all the way.
AN: Here we are, the second chapter! Thanks all of you, whether you reviewed or plan on just lurking, I'm glad for your support! Plenty of background info, and some epic PWNING, Scott style next chapter. The scene with them around the head of the table shouting was the image that kind of inspired the story, so I'm glad to get it out there. By the way, there's a poll on my page about which girls I should include in the story, so all of you should vote on it!