I do not own Pokemon.

I do own my OCs

List:

Blanche – Espeon, Male

Ninja (Nina) – Sneasal, Female

Coco – Eevee, Male

Victory (Vik) – Gardevoir, Male

Hijiki – Blaziken, Male

Illusion was inspired by Curkix's amazing story Regret and the way that Gardevoir are represented. I simply considered the possibility that all Psychics are rather...unusual.

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Illusion

Blanche is ugly.

All Psychics are, mental prowess comes with a steep price. As the mind unlocks more power, the body withers and rots. The result is that all Psychics use illusions to maintain being images of beauty.

Trainer scolds him for hiding his true form. Trainer thinks he is beautiful without his illusions.

Trainer is also slightly crazy.

The Espeon floats calmly in a patch of sunlight, reviewing his physical form.

Skin.

His skin has no fur, bald and wrinkled, colored by a multitude of fine capillaries. The lightest of touches is enough to make him bruise. Harder touches, sometimes even the gentle touch of Taiko's tongue, are enough to make him bleed, paper-thin skin ripping a part like wet tissue.

Legs.

Blanche despises his brittle limbs, nothing more than bones coated in a layer of mottled skin. Before he evolved he was the fastest member of Trainer's team, but now his legs cannot even hold his own weight.

Sometimes he envies his successor, dear Slyza, for evolving so quickly.

One cannot miss something that one has never had.

Eyes.

Liquid-dark and expressive, but blind. He lost his sight several years ago, during a particularly vicious fight with a Crobat. He can see, in a fashion. Either borrowing the sight of another living being, or just using his vast mental powers to form a 3-D image of the world.

Tail.

He doesn't have one anymore.

He lost it in a humiliating incident he really rather not think about.

Body.

He looks like a famine victim, all bone and skin. Most of his organs have actually stopped functioning, only his constant use of psychic powers keeps him alive.

At least I can decide when I want to die. The morbid thought amuses him, and he manages to hack out a laugh.

Really, he might as well be just a head, for all the good his meat sack body does.

Head.

Scarred, wrinkles, ugly.

Skull distorted from containing and protecting his overly large brain.

His mouth is filled with overgrown fangs that slice up his lips when ever he tries to speak normally.

Really, he is an ugly Pokemon. Only illusions make him seem as if he was even the slightest bit normal.

"Hey, stop looking so depressed." Blanche starts, only now noticing Trainer is sitting next to him, petting Taiko with gentle fingers.

He glares at Trainer, nose twitching in annoyance. I don't understand you sometimes.

"I love you too Blanche."

Hunting

=Mommy! Help meeeee!= Coco shrieks in terror, small limbs struggling to keep him from being caught. He isn't fast enough, the sharp bill of his attacker sweeping down and plucking the Eevee up. He's shaken like a rag doll, wailing all the while, hoping for someone to save him. =Trainer! TRAINER! Heeeeeeelp!=

The bird's grip slips, sending him into bush, branches scratching his flesh and yanking out fur. The temporary reprieve gives Coco the chance to spring to his feet and dart away from the hunting bird. It doesn't take long for it to spot him, and it springs into action, warbling in victory.

It's victory cry is cut short by a swift claw strike.

=Coco! How am I supposed to protect you if you keep running off?= An exasperated looking Sneasal scolds, wiping blood covered claws against a tree. =It isn't safe for you to be alone.=

=Sorry Nina.= Coco whimpers, ears flattening in shame. =I just wanted to help you hunt.=

=Yah, and almost got eaten instead.= She replies sarcastically, before relenting and awkwardly petting the small fox. =We'll go hunting together when you get stronger okay?=

Instead of replying, the Eevee rubs his head against her fur, purring quietly as he does do. The happy smile on the fox's face makes the cat-weasel smile as well, if a bit more discretely. =Come on, let's take this back to Trainer, it's been a while since we've had chicken for dinner.=

=Yup!=

Poetry

A shattered sphere

Picked up in your fear

Watch your hands, shards cut deep

Fixing what is not meant to be

"That's kind of morbid isn't it?" Trainer says, looking amused by my thoughts. "I mean, I know you Psychics hate the world and all, but that is just melodramatic."

I snort, it isn't really worth arguing with humans. Perception is not the strong point of their species. If I may remind you, dear Trainer. I practically hiss the last part, rage coloring my thoughts. You are the reason for my unhappiness.

"So I killed the sonofabitch that was your previous trainer. I don't see the problem." Trainer says flippantly and gestures to the surrounding grassland. "The rest of your comrades have settled into our family quite nicely. What's stopping you from doing the same?" The human laughs as an Eevee pup and a Sneasal lope up and deposit a dead Fearow on the ground.

My throat fills with bile at how happy Ninja, my Sneasal teammate, seems. How dare she be so relaxed around the human that killed our master. She's even taken to caring for that pathetic fox kit as if it is her own.

"Oi, Vik, are you okay? You're staring at Nina like you want to eat her." The murderer laughs and turns away from me, picking up the Fearow corpse."I know you Gardevoir predators, but I'd like you not to eat your teammates." With that last comment, the human gets up and walks away from me, followed by my traitorous teammate and the Eevee kit.

Pathetic human. The grass around us ripples as I levitate, fully intending to smear the murderer's brains across the ground. You have no right to mangle the names that Master gave us.

Suddenly I find myself pinned to the ground, thick talons piercing the ground less than an inch from my head. Heat blossoms across my face, as my attacker screeches at me.

=How dare you spit upon Trainer's generosity.= Furious yellow and blue eyes fill my vision, as the talons tighten around my thin limbs. One of the human's many Blaziken snarls at me, easily keeping me subdued.

=Know your place Psychic.= He, I can tell that it's a male by the length of his crest, smirks and the pressure on my arms increases.

Something snaps, sounding oddly like a branch snapping. I'm confused, glancing over at the location the sound originated from. It's my arm, bent at an angle that no limb should ever bend in.

At first, I don't feel anything. Then the pain sets in.

I'll kill you! I don't care how strong you are, I'll kill you and skin you and have you become a part of my dress. Arceus, I can't remember that last time that I've ever felt pain this bad. It feels like a burning coal is being shoved into my arm. I'll make you pay for this. You pathetic bag of feathers! I'll get my vengeance on you and your Traine-

I'm so distracted by the pain and swearing vengeance that I don't notice the Blaziken wrapping his hands around my injured arm. I however, do notice when he squeezes, forcing his claws into the injury. =Never. Threaten. Trainer. Ever.= He, the Blaziken, punctuates each word by grinding the broken bone ends together. Frankly, I'm surprised I haven't fainted yet.

Think of this as a lesson. One of the murderer's Pokemon, a frail aging Espeon, comments mildly. Yes, a lesson. We don't expect, you to love Trainer right away. He nods toward the growing crowd of Pokemon, drawn in by the commotion. But, we do expect you to behave yourself.

You don't understand what I've been through. I snarl at him, trying to ignore the enraged fiery secretary bird above me. That human killed my master.

I understand that. Many of our number joined us through similar means. A gentle look glimmers in his eyes, and I realized too late that he's been rooting through my memories. You will adjust in time, do not think that you are the only one of your kind to join us. Now sleep, I will make sure you are cared for.

I don't even get the chance to respond before I slip into oblivion.