Alrighty, chapter 2 is up, there shall be some Pokeshippiness here. Oh yeah, and a lot of Team Rocket humiliation, XD.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pokemon. --;
A Whisper in the Wind
Chapter 2
Ash was feeling extremely panicky right now. This…this wasn't supposed to happen! He couldn't get close to anybody. Never! All his emotions were tossing and turning all over at the sight of the pretty redhead…no! He shouldn't be feeling that way anymore! Although…he had to admit she had grown into a beautiful woman…noooo…stoppit!
Only Pikachu could see his emotional turmoil at the moment. To everyone else, he seemed to be like a robot, not responding to anything, just going through the motions. However, everybody could see him cringe as they got closer.
"You know, Satoshi, you kinda remind me of someone I used to know…" mentioned Misty.
"Oh…r-really?" stuttered "Satoshi". Oh crap…
"Yeah, with that Pikachu on him, you'd think he was Ash…" Brock mentioned, then immediately bit his tongue at the sight of the now-depressed Misty. Noting her look as well, Ash bit his lip, trying to push back the new thoughts…but it was getting harder every second. Gee, I must have really hurt her… Pikachu was inwardly grinning at the situation. Maybe the real Ash will break through soon, and not have to hide behind "Satoshi" anymore…
"Who…who is this 'Ash'?" questioned "Satoshi". For some reason, he felt like he was getting himself more tangled up in this situation than he should be.
"You've never heard of him?" the others asked in surprise.
"Um…I've been sorta…isolated from human society for quite a bit of my life."
"Pfft. You're just scared. It took me forever to convince you to come here!"
"I heard that!"
"Well, he was…one of our closest friends…" Misty couldn't continue, her eyes had begun to well up in tears.
"Was?"
"He disappeared ten years ago," explained Brock, over Misty's quiet sobbing.
"So…uh…how did you guys get here?"
"Team Rocket took over Kanto not long after Ash disappeared. Five years ago, there was a revolt against them. But without Ash, it sorta…fell apart. We all got captured at different times, but the revolt ended about six months ago. We always wondered if things would have happened differently if Ash was around. He was the only one who ever defeated their leader, and actually shut down Team Rocket twelve years ago."
"Ohh…so…I guess he was pretty important to you all, right?" Ash was shifting his feet around nervously, but the long cloak prevented anybody from seeing that.
"DON'T MOVE OR WE'LL SHOOT YER HEADS OFF!" Two Rocket grunts appeared at the door, guns in hand. Upon closer inspection, one could easily see that the guns were shaking, as if the guards had too much energy…
"Oh no, it's you two caffeinated losers again…" moaned Ash. "Seriously, you guys have got to lay off the coffee."
"Whatever, punk. So are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?" Ash disappeared in a flash, then appeared behind the two guards with an orb of golden light cradled between his hands.
"How about MY way?" The two guards turned around to see nothing but a flash of light before their whole world went black…
"You…you killed them?" exclaimed Misty in surprise.
"Nah, they're just knocked out. Best if we get them outta here though…" muttered Ash, as he held a glowing golden palm towards them. The next second, their bodies disappeared. "Be best if we got outta here too…Pikachu, did you locate everybody in the building?"
"Yup!"
"Alright…then teleportation in three…two…one…" A blinding flash rushed through the whole building. When it faded away, every person and Pokemon had disappeared.
In front of the Rocket headquarters, a massive crowd of people and Pokemon suddenly appeared out of thin air, the majority of them wearing black uniforms and confused expressions.
"Wha? Where are we?"
"Dunno, it just…happened."
"Hey look, there's the headquarters!"
"He's right? How'd we get outside?"
"What's going on?"
"I'm scared…" Everybody paused in disbelief, but when their emotions caught up to them…
"Me too!"
"I want my mommy!"
"Somebody help me!" The prisoners-plus a guy in a cloak and a golden Pikachu-stared, trying to hold back their laughter. This was the great Team Rocket? This was the nefarious criminal organization that had ruled one of the mightiest Pokemon Lands for nearly a decade? Strip away the power, and all you find is a group of sad losers who joined for their own protection, to feel powerful. Oh the irony…
"Pathetic…" rang a cold, icy voice that made shivers go down everybody's spine. They found out that it came from the cloaked stranger, face still hidden by the shadows of his hood. Their confidence boosted a little when they saw that the stranger was on his own, even though the strange appearance of his Pikachu unnerved them a little. One of them found their voice and spoke to him in a voice of faked courage.
"Who-who d-do you th-think y-you are? Do you really t-think th-that Team Rocket will fall at th-the hands of one p-person?"
"Yeah, he's right! We don't back down!"
"Get'im!"
"CHARGE!"
The stranger let out a harsh, yet amused laugh that pierced the ears of everyone there upon hearing that last statement. "Try me," he said as he opened his cloak, appearing much like an eagle spreading its wings. The body that was hidden in the dark folds of his cloak could now be seen. A black T-shirt with long black pants hid most of his skin, what wasn't covered with dark, glossy material was covered with graying bandages. Even though the skin wasn't visible, it was easy to see that his body was quite muscular. Not the typical body builder's muscle, though. His were more lean, athletic, but still quite formidable. However, that was not what was scaring the Team Rocket grunts. It was his cape, not the cape itself, but what was in it.
Minimized Pokeballs were attached to every inch of the inside of the cloak. There were at least 200, easy. And each and every single Pokeball had a Pokemon inside, ready and raring to attack.
"Eeep…" squeaked the grunt who had spoken out against him. "Um…I'll pass…" Hell yeah he was gonna pass, that kid had more Pokemon than all of them combined! Plus, it was pretty apparent that it was either him or the Pikachu who had teleported them outta there. There was no way that he would throw himself into a losing battle! Around him, the others looked like they were thinking the same thing.
"We surrender! Just don't hurt us, please!" all of them screamed in unison. As emotionless as he appeared to be, Ash had to work very hard to stifle his laughter. Pikachu had already passed that point and was rolling on the ground, its raucous laughter taunting and teasing the nerves of the humiliated grunts. They wanted desperately to get back at the little rodent, but fear of what it and its trainer could do to them, along with their common sense, kept them at bay. Ash smiled at his little friend, then turned to the cowering grunts. He raised a glowing palm and encased the frightened grunts in a golden dome.
Reaching inside his cape, he pulled out six of the numerous Pokeballs. "It's time somebody stopped this madness… for good." At those words, he threw the six Pokeballs into the air. Those little Pokeballs, barely wider than a thumb, grew into the size of fists and opened, in a flash of bright light, to reveal six Pokemon. Four of them appeared to be dragons, the other two were huge birds.
The first dragon had orangey-red leather skin, with a bright blue sapphire eye leering at the Team Rocket grunts and a large flame at the base of the tail. Large fangs could easily be seen in its mouth, and the serpentine tongue looked almost devil-like as it flickered out of the mouth. This Pokemon was called a Charizard, dragon of flames.
The second dragon was a yellowish-gold, nowhere near the shining brilliance of Pikachu, but still beautiful nonetheless. The eyes seemed almost benign, gentle, compared to the hawk-like sharpness of the others, but upon closer inspection, the furious sparks in them were extremely noticeable. A Dragonite, the rarest of all dragons, was its proud name and title.
The third dragon was a lime green, with dark green patterns decorating its hide. Red coverings encased its eyes, masking their true color. This was the Spirit of the Sandstorm, Flygon.
The fourth was the most formidable. Unlike the other three, it was stationed on four bulky legs instead of walking upright. Its bright blue skin put clear skies to shame. Red leather wings were tucked in tight, although fully stretched, its wingspan could easily reach ten feet. Razor sharp teeth decorated its large mouth. This was Salamance, lord of dragons.
The two birds could have been called lords of their kind as well. One was an eagle, with light brown feathers that were softer than the fluffiest down. It's eyes were the definition of "eagle eyes" themselves. Talons as sharp as Salamance's teeth were gripping the ground tightly. Its wingspan was just as long as Salamance's, maybe more. Twice the size of its own kind, it could carry 10, maybe 20 people easily. Pidgeot was its name.
The second bird was even more radically different from its kind. Its species was a daytime sort, cavorting around in the sun. However, its naturally dark colors caused it to be used mostly for night flight over the years, darkening its already deep blue feathers into a jet black color. The chest feathers, once white, had become a deep gray. It was also much bigger than one would normally see, this one was big enough to carry 2 people without much effort. This was a Swellow.
Everyone gaped at the sight of the majestic beasts of the sky, it was rare that you would get to see Pokemon so well trained as this, and so many of them too! This moment would be forever remembered by many.
Ash and Pikachu climbed onto Swellow's back, taking off into the sky with the other five Pokemon following him. They surrounded the Team Rocket headquarters, making a perfect circle around them. Ash then raised his hand once more, bathing all his Pokemon in a golden aura. They all then flew around the base, creating a golden ring in the sky.
"Prepare Hyper Beams, now. Pikachu, charge up." Pikachu jumped up and into the very center of the circle, its own psychic powers bathing it in that eerie multicolored glow, suspending it in midair. Its eyes were closed, as if concentrating on something very deeply.
"FIRE NOW!"
At that very moment, six bright beams of pure energy was fired at the building from the ring. The spinning movement caused all the beams to mold together into a powerful vortex, destroying anything inside, but not out.
"PIKACHU, STORM'S FURY!!!"
At that moment, the vortex disappeared, unable to withstand the sheer force of the energy surrounding the little rodent. The eyes flashed open, glowing with a flurry of colors. Lightning bolts directed from the clouds struck the rodent, making the multicolored force grow, before shooting down directly at the base, blowing it up in a tremendous explosion. With a flick of his wrist, Ash quickly created a golden shield around it, containing the blast.
Everyone was amazed at the power this young man contained and restrained. It had enough brute force to destroy a city ten times over, but was gracefully coordinated and controlled to pinpoint only enemies, and leave allies unharmed. The grunts shied away in fear, although the shield prevented too much movement. It didn't matter, really, after seeing what this kid could do, they were much too afraid to do anything to upset him.
The officers had come and gone, the prisoners had been escorted home. Well, most of the prisoners. A group of five very headstrong and stubborn trainers refused to leave. Well, when you were a friend of Pokemon Master Ash Ketchum, his attitude seemed to grow on you. Either way, this was very troublesome and restrictive to the one known as "Satoshi".
"Look, I really have to go-"
"Oh no you're not!" the five trainers said as they surrounded him. They knew he didn't want to hurt them, mentally or physically. They just had to keep working away at his guilty conscience.
"You don't understand-"
"Try us!"
"But-but…" Bingo.
"Ohh, looks like you don't have a reason to go," said Misty in a sickly sweet voice.
"Seriously…" Ash was seriously starting to get worried, that tone of voice could only mean one thing…
"Do I really have to use this?" Misty said menacingly as she held up a large wooden mallet.
Everybody was thinking the exact same thought. She still has that thing?!
"Okay, fine, fine! I'll stay! Just put that thing away!" Mew, that was close. She still has that temper… His thoughts were abruptly caught off by a burst of laughter from Pikachu. "Now what?" For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't have asked that…
"Look at you! The high and mighty Envoy of the Phoenix, sacred guardian of Ho-oh's soul, destroyer of Team Rocket, cowering to a 'scrawny redhead'!"
"…Shut up…"
end of chapter 2
Oooh, looks like our mystery man has been cornered. How long can he keep his secret from them? Find out in the next chapter:)
