So ladies and gentlemon for showing such kindness. I present to you a description of our two known pokémon! Please note that in this verse the middle names are required by law to be the Pokémon's species (mostly because I want it that way)
Char Charizard Mâchoire-Hache-Crustacé (yea deal with it) - Our main character. His father was a Haxorus and his mother was his father's Kanto secretary. When he was 10 his parents were killed by Team Rocket while returning from a Unovian business trip. He is the sole heir of the Ketchum-Red Industrial Incorporated. As such when, according to his parent will, he and his current mate, in the case Michael, will receive complete control and monetary assets gained by Ketchum-Red Industrial. As his parents were only children and with no relatives Char was shipped off to an orphanage. The first orphanage was run by a pedophile old man who attempted to rape Char his first night. But Char managed to fight him off and escape. Happily the orphanage shut down, the owner had gotten away however. The second home is where he meets Michael. Here Michael protected him from other bullies while falling into Michael's spell. When he was 13-years old Char evolved (which in my mind looks like The Doctors regeneration) into a Charmeleon. At 15 Char ran away with Michael, who used meager funds from the Auto-shop he works at to buy a small apartment. When Char turned 21 Ketchum-Red lawyers informed Char that he was allowed to buy a small home, as his old home was still in the company's name, he also evolved into Charizard shortly after moving in.
Michael Blastoise Crustacé- Char's abusive mate. He meets Char while in an orphanage. More of his history will be revealed as the story progresses.
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own Pokémon or Doctor Who.
Chains by Water, Key of Fire
Chapter Two
The Detective
Machamp Delivery Express stood outside a one story suburban house. And it was a very bright pink house. Who the hell choses these colors?! Next to the lone 4 door sedan parked in the driveway stood the new occupant with his son. "Dad? Why can't we stay with Mother?" asked the young Cyndaquil.
"Because son, your mother is a bitch of a typhlosian. Who despite claiming to be open to bisexual pokémon she would rather screw the neighborhood half past July than be in bed with me. Does that answer your questions?" his father replied gruffly.
"No. Why did we move to a new country?"
"Ehhh…eat your Pidgey."
"But I don't have any food. And last time I checked I wasn't a carnivore like you."
"Smart-ass." Chuckled the Typhlosian. His son laughed, knowing he had beaten his father.
"Mr. Haunter? We've moved all the boxes into the house for you." Stated one of the Machokes.
"Oh. Um thank you." Replied the Typhlosian handing the Machoke a 150 pokédollar bill, "No, thank you Mr. Haunter."
The three mover team piled back into their truck and drove off sown the street. "Alright Ethan, why don't you go and set up your room." The Cyndaquil nodded as he walked off to go and do what his father had asked him to do, "I might as well as get started on the kitchen." The large Typhlosian turned on his heel to look at the new neighborhood that he and his son had just moved into. If he had turned around again he would have noticed the shadow approaching him from behind.
"WHY, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," came the over-excited cry from an incredibly loud and high voice, "I am Madame Jynx, Madame for short please. So you bought that eye sore of a house did you? How absolutely marvelous I hope you have a better color scheme then that Smeargle and Polygon couple who lived their last! So cutie pie what is your name?" a Jynx now stood behind the now partly tone-deaf new occupant.
"Umm. M-my name?"
"Why yes honey, I introduced myself to you it is only polite to introduce yourself as well."
"Dad! Are you alright I thought I heard something die out here!" Ethan exclaimed running out of the vibrant pink house. "Oh, who are you?"
"Ethan be polite, this is our new neighbor, Madame. Madame this is my son Ethan and my name is Blaze. Detective Blaze Haunter. Me and my son just moved here from Johto." Explained Blaze
"Oh how lovely! Well little boy my name is Madame, and I run a special store for grown-ups. But you can visit when you turn 18 and I will give you a discount. How does that sound young Ethan?" Madame asked.
"Um, okay sure, why not"
"Why! How lovely!" exclaimed the Jynx. "Now why don't you just run back inside and continue to do whatever it is you were doing. Let the grown-ups talk." She stated gently shoving Ethan back towards the house. "Now tell me," her tone changed from one of playfulness it had been a moment ago to one of seriousness, "have you meet your next door neighbors yet? And before you ask they live between you and me"
The detective was now staring at the house on the next to his own, between his pink and Madame's vibrant red house. He replied, "No, you're the first neighbor I've met."
"Well, be wary when you do. The Blastoise who lives there, he is rather… savage, I guess. I feel sorry for his poor mate, not that I have ever seen them." She was also staring at the house now. "If I were you, make sure your son is sleeping on the far side of your house."
"He does, that whole side of the house is living room and kitchen, but why?"
"Let's just say that little boys shouldn't be hearing those sounds. Those sounds are the only reason I know that Michael, the owner, has a mate. They're too rough; they're more like a dragon-type roar, for a Blastoise's throat to make." She stated looking visibly sadden and green.
Blaze stared at her. "Are you saying there is abuse going on in that house?" he inquired, "Because as a police detective I need to take those seriously."
"Take of it as you will Detective Haunter, but believe me when I tell you. That Blastoise won't hesitate to threaten Ethan if you force him. Good bye Blaze, and be safe Mr. Detective the doors of my shop are always open to you!" she laughed walking to her house.
Blaze stared at the pale house. It was unassuming and tranquil, someone obviously paid to have the front lawn kept, and it was filled with multiple flowers, in dozens of shades. If he believed in the legendaries, he would say that a Shayman tended to the garden. It seemed as if no pokémon could handle all of those flowers. But even if the house had a beautiful garden he still had to go talk to this Blastoise, Michael. But, first he had a son that would begin to claim that he was dying if lunch wasn't made soon.
Some Time Earlier
Char's POV
My body aches. My asshole is most definitely ripped apart. Oh why can't Arceus be merciful and let me never wake up? What did I do in a past life to deserve this? I flinch as I feel someone lift my head, it's not Michael it's much too small to be Michael's, which would mean he call the only healer he would trust, Pre-Op the Chansey. My suspensions are confirmed when I feel him try to feed me an egg using Soft Boiled. Usually Chansey eggs are sweet, light, and incredibly delicious, like the Chansey from the orphanage. Pre-Op's are more like rancid, metallic tasting Sharpedo, and somehow that is a meal in the Orange Archipelago, his eggs are made worse by the hormones he is using to become the first and only male Chansey, hence the name Pre-Op. "Dude, you like, need to like, stop with this whole rape to keep control thing like. No asshole is like, supposed to look like that. Michael? Dude! Michael like, listen to me!"
"Someone moved in next door."
"Like what the hell dude? Uh, like fine, whatever. Like, I am done here like, Char should, like wake up sooner or later, so like bye."
"Leave through the back, the brothel bitch is out front. Probably looking for you for what you did to her whore."
"Like, nice catch. See you like, the next time." I hear the shuffle of Pre-ops feet across the carpet, and the sound of the back door sliding open and closed as Pre-Op flees from the brothel bitch. With Pre-Op gone Michael walks over and stands next to me. And delivers a powerful kick to my abdomen, "BITCH! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OF MY FLOOR!" he kicks me again, as I stagger to get up. My arms are weak from them being crushed underneath mine and Michael's weight during his 'mating' last night.
"Oh, baby. When you gonna learn to be more careful?" he asks in his honey-sweet voice.
"I-I-I'm sorry Michael. I didn't mean to hurt myself" my voice is so cracked from misuse. I can't even believe it's mine. "I'll do better next time Michael, I promise. W-would you like some coffee?"
He glares at me in reply, "It is two o'clock dumbfuck. No I don't want any fucking coffee," I flinch in response to his harsh tone. "We have new neighbors. I don't want you to talk to them at all. Got it?" I nod, "Not even when you go out at night to tend to that ridicules garden. You understand that it's bad enough that brothel bitch knows you're here." He sighs heavily, "Magna has called some meeting with the guys at work. There is some Crawdaunt in the refrigerator, why don't you make something nice for dinner, as an apology dinner for making me miss work today. Doesn't that sound nice?" I nod in agreement
"The last time I had Crawdaunt was when my father took me to the Hoenn region" a sharp slap across my face is my response.
"You know I don't like you flaunting your rich past bitch. Keep bringing it up, accidents happen." And with that he walked out of the front and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving me sitting there, the beginnings of tears prickling at the edge of my tears. Crying, alone, with a mixture of blood and semen working its way out of my abused hole, just like any other day in the life of Char Charizard Mâchoire-Hache-Crustacé. Why does Arceus hate me so?
Inside the Haunter House
Blaze's POV
This new kitchen… it is quaint It's half the size of my other kitchen but it should still get the job done. There is a sink with a window over it, which stares directly into the living room of the Blastoise's house. There is a Chansey making its way out of the back, looking around as if scared of something, it seems that we have moved into a neighborhood of crazy people. It doesn't seem to bother me though; Ethan is going to have an interesting childhood then. I watch the Chansey move to the front of the house and right into Madame. Who proceeds to use an Ice Punch attack on the Chansey, knocking her unconscious. Madame looks around before waving to me and dragging the Chansey away. "I don't like her." Ethan says startling me and making me jump.
"Ethan! Don't do that! How can someone so loud make so little noise when walking?" I ask.
"I dunno," he shrugs, "but I'm HUNGRYYY" and so the whining begins.
"I'm sorry I don't listen to whiney Cyndaquils."
"But daddy."
"No 'buts' Ethan. Why don't you get ready for school then? It starts in a week."
"No it doesn't it starts in a month."
"Then do something to take your mind off your hunger, alright?"
"Fine." He huffs and stomps off. I laugh my son has such a volume on him. One moment as quiet as the fire mouse he is then another louder than an Exploud. I turn my attention to the kitchen noticing the Blastoise leaving his own house. I'm assuming to come greet us, so it is time to meet this claimed abusive mate.
I walk through the living room my son has the television already set up and is watching some cartoon on it. "Ethan, I'll be right back."
"Alright dad."
I walk out of the house to try to meet this Blastoise but he is already in his vehicle and speeding off down the road. I sigh so I won't meet him until tomorrow it is no big deal. As I turn around to return to my home, I notice the blinds on the Blastoise house shuffle close again. Is there someone else living there? I shrug, it doesn't matter to me, and I have my child to deal with. I walk back into my house to start on Ethan's dinner.
Magnets and Cars Repair Shop
30 minutes later
Michael's POV
Arrogant little bitch I know his has more money than he can spend in this lifetime he doesn't need to show off to me, he has money, he has parents or he did. I never knew my parents, he did or until they decided to stand up to Team Rocket they did. If only Char wasn't alive then this Persian would be invincible, but I'll keep Char in my shall until I need leverage against Giovanni. "So Mr. Magna," Giovanni purrs, "why is it that you turn up with fewer stolen cars than the other chop shops in my employ?"
Magna, my boss and owner of the repair shop answered in his metallic voice, "Because we run a legitimate business Mr. Giovanni we-"
"You say that because your cowards!" the son of Giovanni snapped, "Your too weak to go out and steal something, you're afraid of prison!"
Magna is a floating magnet, and so his face is usually as blank as steel. But I could see how much this little dis-colored Totodile bastard pissed off Magna. Giovanni could see it to. "I am afraid my son is right. If you don't get me results then you are all going to have to disappear until you learn better." Arceus, Giovanni's smirk was irritating as fuck, I need to hold back I spent good money on that Crawdaunt, I'll take my stress out on Char after dinner. Now it was my turn to smirk. "My dear Blatiose, what makes you so happy." I hear Giovanni purr.
"Instead of threatening us, how about I give you something you want?" I respond cheekily, which turns out to be a mistake. He launches a shadow ball, hitting me square in my chest, and before I can even retaliate, the two cronies he had brought with him have night slashes ready and held at my throat.
"It seems that you don't value your life… Michael, is it? Shall I instead make an example of you? Maybe that will make your boss more pliable." The cronies snickered at their boss's remark. "I can give you Ketchum-Red!" Well there went that ace.
I know now for a fact Magna has facial expressions, his and my co-workers definitely have a face filled with absolute fear. Giovanni's face however, is one of pure rage it matches his sons scale color. "You dare think you know what I want, you inferior little creature. Jessie, James, kill him!" they raise their claws preparing to land the finishing blow.
"Char is my bitch!"
"Stop!" the claws stop from Giovanni's cry, but not before they draw a trickle of blood from my throat. "Char Mâchoire-Hache? The heir you say? He belongs to you?" Giovanni roars with laughter, "You are beyond amusing Blastoise, maybe you will be more fun to torture, slowly, painfully, in front of your-"
"I-I can prove it!" now I know why Team Rocket is feared throughout Kanto and Johto. Their leader was ruthless, cold and calculating.
This time it was his son that answered "Father, I think he is telling the truth." Maybe this silver-colored Totodile wasn't so bad. "If he is, may I have the pleasure of torturing him?" then again, I have never been able to tell what someone's real personality is like, was this entire family fucked in the head?
"Of course, Silver. Now Mr. Michael how in Giratina's name do you plan on proving that Char Mâchoire-Hache is your submissive mate? And if you lie to me, your death will be even slower and more painful than the one I had imagined."
"M-my wallet my mating rites and marriage certificate are in there. Along with Char's social security number." I gasp, do these Meowths have to press so hard, I can hardly breathe.
"James, bring them here. Now! I grow tired of these fools."
"Yes sir" responds the male Meowth. He digs around in the strips of fabric that serve as my pockets, since Blastoises rarely have clothes, because they're usually made special for certain pokémon and I don't have the money to do that, yet. He finds my wallet, handing it to his Persian boss. Giovanni flips it open and digs through it, and his eyebrows shot up drastically.
"It would seem that he is indeed mated to the heir of Ketchum-Red Industrial Incorporated. But alas you won't inherent anything for another two years. What makes you think I will wait that long? Hmm?" the Persian is very interested now.
"Call off you Meowths so we can talk like gentlemon, yes?" I state.
He sighs, "Oh, very well. Jessie, James, return." The Meowths return to the side of the Persian. "Now Michael, what shall you offer?"
"I will give you Ketchum-Red on three conditions. One that we, who work in this shop never ever, hear from you again. Two, we never need to worry about money, and before you ask Ketchum-Red makes enough money to support a hundred pokémon comfortably for a hundred years." He obviously doesn't like me making that short of demand but I don't care I just want the money, "Three, I want you to kill Char." Giovanni smiles at that, he approves.
"Very well Michael. For the death of you mate, you will willingly give us this world?"
"Yes." I can feel Giratina's Dusknoir waiting for me now. But I don't care what happens after I die, the more money I have in life the better the accommodations in hell.
The Crustacé House
01:00 Hours
Char's POV
I limp out of the house. For some reason Michael was gentler tonight, I can even walk tonight; I had Crawdaunt for the first time since my parents died. Tonight was amazing! I smile as I walk quietly walk out of the bedroom, heading for the lawn and my precious baby flowers. They give me something beautiful to see and to smell in my darkest of times. While most of the plants were asleep the Cressila roses were in full bloom because the full moon was out. Their blooms iridescent simmer accentuated by the pink bands on the top of the rose, with yellow around the bud, named for the legendary of the full moon, dreams, and children; Cressila. In the full moon they were beautiful, so bright and full of hope, knowing nothing of the true darkness, because their blooms only stayed open while the moon is at its brightest. And while the moon was darkening the Darkrai tulips unfurled their midnight black lips, even darker than a new moon sky, and like their sisters they were named for the legendary of the new moon; Darkrai, king of darkness, nightmares, and gatekeeper to the reverse world. For the most part all I have to do is apply new mulch and water but I like to sit and enjoy the tranquil beauty of my flowers in the dark of the night, when no one but the air stirs. There is a slight breeze tonight I hear the flowers and grass sway as I close my eyes to just listen to the sounds of the night.
"Who are you?"
Dun da dun. Cliffhanger. So Read and Review and give Constructive criticism. Ask questions and what not.
Okay the first thing I should mention is clothing. Mostly clothing is worn as a uniform, but most pokemon don't were clothing. And for the most part legendaries are considered gods, while others like the Bird Trio, Dog Trio, Deoxys, Mewtwo, and others are just very, very rare.
EDIT: THE BIRD TRIO ARE NOW PART OF THE GODLY-LEGENDARY GROUP. SORRY FOR THE INCONVINEANCE!