Thanks for the responses so far! I am glad you like it. I don't know about other writers but for me even negative responses are much better than nothing, it means you find the story worthy enough for giving it time to share your thoughts.
P.S: My finals are over. Let's hope I didn't fail anything…
"So, in short; you want us to infiltrate a local evil organization's headquarters to save your brother, possibly risk our limbs and lives for someone we don't really know." He asked as he raked his fingers over his long, blond locks to dry them. He was out of the pool and clothed. His group glared at nothing while tears continued to flow from vulpix' eyes.
Don't get him wrong, he was going to help her. He just wanted to know how much she is willing to go for her brother.
He is a Ninetai- Ninetales!NINETALES! NINETALES! It was enough for him.
After what happened to Tsu-
He internally punched his own gut with enough power to crush a mountain.
"… is that it?" he managed to not give any outwardly reaction. The vulpix sniffed.
"I-I know I a-ask too much b-but you are my b-best bet." She sniffed again. "they told me y-you can do e-everything. P-please! I will do a-anything! J-j-just save my b-brother!"
Well, that was right… to some extent. But 'everything' they were talking about was different from 'everything' he can do. He turned a dry look at the culprit, a sheepish quiladin. He was grinning and rubbing behind his head.
"*ahem* you are umm… awesome?" the blond deadpanned at the poor excuse of an explanation. The blond glared away after a moment.
"it isn't about me, quilladin; you will be in real danger… perhaps even lethally. I won't… I can't take such a risk." 'I have lost more than enough to such risks.'
"Master…" it was rare for blaziken to be stern but it happened sometimes, like this time. "… I understand you don't want us to be in danger, but we are… maybe not as strong as you, but definitely not weak." He put a clawed hand on the blond's forearm. "the day we met, you told me you wanted to help where you can. You can help here; you can save lives from slavery or whatever those humans do to those pokemon." The blond's glare fell down to ground. "We will be alright; you will be with us. Please reconsider." Typhoon's softer gaze swept over the pokemon group; their eyes were nervous but determined. He sighed and raised his head to heavens with closed eyes. When his eyes were opened again, they were at least several times older than the age he looked like.
"you are right."
Everyone was silent.
'that is a promise I made to myself.' The blond thought. '…that and several more; I promised not to take any apprentices after…'
(Song sug: Naruto Shippuden Unreleased OST: Hatred)
He found Itachi's mangled corpse on the Uchiha compound, on the doorstep of clan head's mansion; his own mansion. His head was several feet away from his body, eyes gouged out with a grim determination forever etched on his face. There weren't any fighting tracks, he allowed himself to be killed. Only reason came to his mind was Sasuke.
He found the younger Uchiha's corpse days later. Again, eyes gouged.
Along with some signs of struggle this time.
He could detect some faint chakra traces of trademark jutsu of Iwa.
Rinnegan glowed and throbbed in his eye sockets.
Then they had the gall to use those mangekyou against him. To control him…
They didn't live long of course.
Neither the shinobi nor the village they are from.
His gaze was even older now.
'I promised not to show my powers but used them for even most trivial reasons.'
'I promised to stay low and live an uneventful life. But then decided to explore the world.'
'And most importantly… I promised myself to forget and never bring him to daylight again.'
His eyes stone cold and promising eternal suffering if his will is not fulfilled.
Typhoon was watching helplessly right now, in the 'backseat' of their mind.
He didn't want to let the demon god take control but… right now one part of him was seeing red and demanding retribution.
His god part responded to the demand.
At least he managed to beg off his god part not to kill the poor, oblivious pokemon.
It was a half-assed begging; it was hard to put his back to it after he saw what she done to his sweet lucario… but it was enough for sparing her life and sanity… at least most of the latter.
"go away." He said calmly but the weight behind the words was crushing, he was barely holding back most of his killing intent, only a 'tiny' trickle was escaping… only enough to freeze one individual in fear or unnerve an entire village.
He once killed an entire army of ninja through heart attack with his killing intent alone so this was nothing.
The houndoom bowed her head with a soft growl of quickly crumbling defiance, borderline a whine. She slowly retreated without taking her eyes away from his, her eyes and tail between her legs make her fear obvious. She left his eyesight. He sighed and reburied him…
…Uzumaki Naruto, the ruthless god of death.
'I broke my promises so far.' His gaze swept over them again, with a soft grin this time. 'but I do not regret it…' his grin fell 'except the last one. Still, it is better than…'
He dropped down the heart in his hand and whipped his hand to flicker a bit of blood covering it. The houndoom lied lifeless with a pool of blood forming under her. Scent of blood excited him but he remembered the pokemon behind him.
He faced back to see his sweet lucario's eyes tainted with horror.
Their eyes met and he whimpered.
He was terrified of him.
(End Song)
He closed his tired eyes.
'let's try not to break this one at least.'
"Very well." The group perked up. "He is about to arrive so…I guess we will be fine." The silence stretched a bit then a pink pokemon walked out of bushes. His gaze moved over the bewildered pokemon group then landed on the blond hair. he stared at it for a few seconds then fell to one knee and bowed his head.
"Master." He announced his presence. There was a silence for a bit.
"mewtwo, what are you doing?" the pokemon blinked and his eyes shot up then down again in a second. The blond was only an arms-length away.
"I… don't understand your question master." He was expecting anything from a beating to an explanation.
"Your stance." The blond elaborated. "you are a legendary, act like one. Start with getting up and look straight at my eyes instead of being so submissive." The pokemon stiffened then his gaze raised up slowly and hesitantly. He saw the blond's stretched palm as an offer to get him back to his feet. He hesitantly took the offer and got to his feet. It took a few more seconds for their eyes to meet. The pinkish gaze was insecure and unsure.
"My old master never let me…"
"I am not your old master, mewtwo. You are free from them. Stop looking for them in me." A sun-kissed hand caressed his pink head. "your life of that time is over, let it go."
The legendary prayed with all his might this wasn't a ruse to make him lower his guard to make him a slave again.
Even if it was, he would forever keep this moment on his heart.
And probably let the blond use him as a slave for rest of his life.
"Master, do you know him?" Zoroark asked. Sapphire eyes met questioning emerald ones. The blond nodded.
"he came to me in my dreams. We talked a bit and he decided to join us." Mewtwo didn't comment on arceus.
He will not say anything if his master didn't.
"Now, I believe we have an organization to infiltrate." The blond materialized a hair band and tied his hair as his tattered clothes turned to a full body suit; covering him from neck down entirely. Only thing not changing in his garb was his dark blue sandals.
Mewtwo only realized he had been still holding the blond's hand when he retrieved it to tie his hair. He flushed.
"S-sister…" a masculine voice called in a completely dark place. He felt something, someone, with an unreal power.
His affinity over death allowed him to feel the presence.
The dark power of death.
It was like looking at the sun.
But it wasn't bright.
Space, it was more like space.
You can stare all you want but you just can't see the end of it…
He felt tiny compared to that.
It felt like the earth was tiny compared to that.
He whimpered very lowly, enough for her sister to miss.
"Yes, I feel it too…" and she can, to some extent. Far from what he can, however. She was oblivious to the real presence.
"d-do you think they will h-help us?"
"I don't know but they are quite-"
*BOOM*
*crack*
*crumble*
"everyone, let's get them out of here." They heard a human talk; he had a nice voice for a human.
And the sentence itself was the nicest thing they heard for a long time…
"Yes master." A group of pokemon replied. It was almost a chorus.
They heard sounds of opening cages…
"Brother!" they heard a young vulpix' worried cry.
But no one opened the gate of their 'cage'.
"S-sister s-shall I…?"
Risk angering them and get killed or wait for their demise in hands of that human.
The answer is obvious.
"We may have a chance at freedom if you-"
"I think only that one is left." The human hummed.
Typhoon stared at the giant gate with two pokemon behind it. He scratched his chin with one hand. Other was busy with carrying an unconscious Ninetales.
The blond healed him from many injuries but he was in a coma. they must have been experimenting on him, making him suffer quite a lot in the mean time.
Uzumaki Naruto was barely under the surface.
'We can break it with brute force, but I may crush whatever behind the door… then…' his eyes found the fire-fox of his team. His eyes softened a bit.
"brai- I mean delphox, up for a challenge?" his entire team was fully evolved now; thanks to team flare members. His eyes dilated a little and Uzumaki Naruto got a bit further away from surface.
"Master, what shall I do?" his voice was a bit deeper, a voice Typhoon enjoyed hearing. He waved his hand for him to come closer.
"I need you to melt the lock." He pulled his stick from his sleeve. The tip lit up instantly.
"Alright!" his eagerness was cute but he wasn't pointing the stick to the right place. The blond gently put the unconscious fox down and got behind him.
"M-master?!" he didn't say anything just put his hand on the pokemon's paw and guided the stick to where the flames needed.
"your eagerness is cute but you need to strike the right spot if you want to do it right." it sounded like an innuendo… the fox ear he was whispering to twitched from his breath.
"fire now."
…
"delphox?"
"R-right, S-sorry." The fox managed to rip a little of his attention from the mouth on his ear. Enough to charge the flamethrower the blond asked.
*fwoosh*
*whorl*
…
*clang*
The lock melt down.
"good job." The blond kissed his head. He got flustered and grinned.
The blond walked forward to open the gate.
*Creak*
They didn't imagine it… did they?
The gate was really opening… right?
They narrowed their eyes from the light suddenly flooding inside.
This is not a dream… right?
It was them… him.
It was the human.
Yveltal nearly fell to his knees. He couldn't stop slight bucking.
He could feel him clearer now.
The light coming from behind him made it like he was a divine being, the feeling they got from him also helped the thought perfectly.
Slit blue and faintly glowing soft eyes graced theirs.
He was not a human.
He mustn't be one.
He must be an angel, perhaps the reaper but an angel nonetheless…
Or a god.
No, he is a god. Yveltal thought. Xerneas figured he is at least an exceptional - perhaps divine - being but could not go more than that.
"we must go." the… his voice echoed in their 'cage' and they got out without resistance. Yveltal obeyed almost instinctively.
You don't question a god.
You don't hesitate.
You just obey.
The pokemon outside gasped and fell to their knees in reverence. All but their fellow legendary, mewtwo.
The pink legendary poked holes on them with his stare.
"Everyone, we must go before…"
"I admit, I am impressed that you managed to reach this far but it is the most you will be able to go…"
(Song sug: FMA OST: Dante Theme (phonograph version is better))
A male… pyroar.
a… shiny gyarados. But evolved further.
a… tyranitar.
a… dragonite.
And an orange haired man arrived. Their eyes met for less than a moment and the blond coldly glared at the orange haired man.
"… you will not be an obstacle the way of a better world. You will not leave my headquarters."
He was the leader of the team flare.
Lysandre.
He was the reason so many pokemon had been enslaved and experimented on.
He was the reason the nineta-les was in comma.
Uzumaki Naruto and Typhoon fought in his mind for domination.
Uzumaki Naruto won… but Typhoon was still there, bellow surface and begging to not let his team see his cruelty.
The aura-pokemon fell to his knees as a puff of smoke later, there was another blond. Chesnaught helped him back to his feet.
The clone saw the blond's eyes and understood it was summoned by Uzumaki Naruto, not Typhoon.
"Sir." he bowed a bit to show he was ready to hear the blond's commands.
"destroy the device and dispel." Uzumaki Naruto's cold voice echoed around. Lucario's eyes widened and he gulped.
He must be awakened; this was his voice, not their master's…
"as you command." The clone was gone with a puff of smoke.
Moments later there was a huge explosion. It quaked the ground under them. A rush of power danced around them and reconnected with Xerneas and Yveltal. Both stood straighter, the rush rejuvenated their power. Lysandre gnashed his teeth.
"how dare you… everyone, attack!" the pokemon wasn't sure of their success but got ready to do as their master commanded. The quartet sent their strongest attack; hyper beam. The blond fed the earth with his chakra. Lucario fell to his knees again and scratched ground with his blunt claws.
'don't… come… out…' he slowed and deepened his breaths.
This was the worst time to get aroused with aura-stimulation… he tried to distract himself but… it was easier said than done when all he can feel is the blond with one of his senses…
*Boom*
Well, this provided the much-needed distraction.
Lysandre and his team were shocked to see the latter's combined attack was blocked with a thick wall of earth.
'hmm… I must applaud them, they nearly cracked Granite Fortification. I could barely cast it with minimum because of lucario's presence but still, it is no small feat for pokemon. It seems they are a bit too strong for my team. Maybe…' his eyes found pink figure of mewtwo. He dispelled the wall; it crumbled back to ground like it wasn't there before.
"Mewtwo, do you think you can take them on?" His cold voice echoed again as the calm and cold gaze of the blond met with pink and bewildered ones. the pokemon shrugged it off and scanned the situation with a strategical light.
The main threats were gyarados and tyranitar, former for her brute force and latter for her type advantage. Other two, while not ignorable, were lesser threats.
It isn't much of a problem if he doesn't get hit directly but if they attack others… especially if tyranitar use a dark attack; one he can't block without using his own body…
Can other legendaries deflect attacks if they came to them? or are they too worn out?
Can he fight and guard others at the same time? His eyes met his master's again, he wasn't panting, sweating or showing any other signs of fatigue.
Can he block attacks if they come again?
"Can you block attacks if they aim at you?" the blond grunted.
"Depends on how much time it will take. If you took too much time and I get caught up, I may get too… excited. You don't want to see what happens then, believe me." The legendary swallowed and nodded. He guessed it included overwhelming cross-fire and/or possibly a blood bath.
"then odds are a bit too much against me but… I will do my best, master." The blond hummed then sighed.
"Then perhaps its best if I do it myself and went off a little." The blond stepped forward.
"But you said…" he grinned at the pink pokemon.
"Don't worry. As I said, it needs some time for me to… get into the mood. I will end it before that time."
The opponent team was right to question their chances… but they didn't know that and lunged at the blond to try their chance with physical attacks.
Uzumaki Naruto thought at least a hundred ways to kill, maim or cripple them as they closed on him. His right index twitched to base of his right thumb instinctively; the place Red Reaper, his eternally bloody sword rest in its seal but Typhoon reminded him the pokemon behind him.
His team.
A team not corrupted with constant bloodbath like he did.
Not even with one kill.
A team didn't know the permanent blood covering his hands and forearms and elbows and hair and… his whole body.
His innocent team.
A big and important part of his heaven here.
Then a glimpse of his own world came to his mind, result of a vengeful wrath. His face soured at the idea of anything like that happening here.
Uzumaki Naruto realized he had no place here. He relaxed his pointer and let Typhoon take control again… for the time being of course.
His counter-part was too soft to do some things. The houndoom incident was a proof to that.
But it is alright, he will be the demon part of the coin; Typhoon will be the angel.
Typhoon decided to be gentle with dispatching them; through charm.
'Siren Song: Enrapture.'His chakra started to sing.
There was a… faint song, beautiful but… coming from far away. Too faint to distinguish clearly but still enjoyable to hear.
That was for the pokemon behind him, except lucario.
For the group in front of him and lucario however…
It was divine.
The song was divine.
It must be sung by a group of angels for it was too good to be earthly. It is the 'opposing' team's thought but lucario was fully aware it was the blond doing the singing.
They only heard it and they only thought about it, everything else was ignored. they can listen to it for rest of their lives.
"do you like my song?" that voice, that beautiful voice… not part of the song but so in sync with it, so complimented by it…So deserving of it.
Like the song was made for it.
Such a brilliant voice.
"Yes, master." They chorused. Lysandre was confused. Just what happened? And what song? He wasn't hearing anything.
The blond didn't let him hear his song.
He didn't deserve it.
The blond's team watched with wide eyes.
Do they hear the song clearer? Was that one of the blond's illusions or something else?
Whatever the reason, they were at their master's mercy.
And they were so happy about it.
There was a pang of jealousy as that team and lucario surrounded and dotted on their master.
"do you want me to stop?"
"NO! no! p-please master one more minute, one more moment. I will do… we will do anything! J-just a little more." His own team shocked to hear the desperation in the dragonite's voice. The opponent team was genuinely terrified of it; terrified of their master's silence. The blond hummed. The sound sent a shiver over the affected pokemons' spines.
"that guy displeases me so much, so much that I want to stop singing just so he can't hear me." he pointed to Lysandre. He flinched back from the action and the glares he received from pokemons. Along with his glare, lucario's eyes started to glow and he started to levitate with power of aura he was leaking. He was unconsciously drawing power.
"W-what are you doing?! I told you to attack him! Kill him!" the glares got even harsher at the mention of the blond's death. Two giant bones of aura materialized in lucario's paws. His fur and aura-sensors rippled with power.
"You are right master. He is disgusting. His voice is like grinding stones next to yours. He shall not stain your song with his voice. He shall not sore your eyes with his sight! He shall not disgrace you with his presence…He shall not threaten you, not even with words!" The utter devotion in the pyroar's words fanned the flames of their jealousy.
"We shall kill him! We will kill him in your name!" lucario howled in anger and conviction.
What?!
WHAT?!
"Now, now… have you ever killed anyone?" Lysandre let out a startled shout at the mention of what he correctly guessed as his death. They made a face like they did the single most disgraceful action one can do; disappointing their master.
"we did not master; we are so ashamed to admit. But if you desire so, we will start and don't stop until we cleanse the world from filth in your name!" gyarados swore with passion. The blond chuckled. Another shiver passed over their spines.
"then don't taint your conscience with something like that." He caressed the fire-lion's mane a bit… much to his own team's chagrin. The lion purred. Lucario dispelled the bone rush, but a sheet of aura still covered him.
"I believe in second chances." He walked closer to the orange haired man. He turned tail to run but lucario jumped on his way. He fell back. He turned around and he had a good look the blond's eyes for the first time.
Slit and faintly glowing sapphire.
Inhuman.
"Their pokeballs, please." The blond showed his palm to him. Lysandre hesitated.
"How dare you make master wait!" tyranitar roared. Lysandre flinched again and handed the pokeballs to the blond. He crushed them one by one with his hand.
"I will spare your life but will take your pokemon. I hope next time we see each other your ways will be changed a bit. If not…" The blond trailed off. He walked away, followed by the swarm of pokemon. They stared at him on their way; some with fear, some with anger, some with sadness…
He was alone; sitting on cold concrete and reflecting on the last half an hour.
(End Song)
They got out of the HQ and he stopped singing after they put some distance between themselves and the building.
"Wha…?" it was a normal reaction. His victims' – surviving ones at least – minds needed a few minutes to recover after exposure to his siren songs.
After that… well things may get ugly.
He gently placed the Ninetai- Ninetales to ground as everything came back to the affected pokemon.
"W-why brother I-isn't waking up?! H-he isn't dead, I-is he?!" Vulpix turned her watery eyes up to blond for answers.
"No, vulpix. They had done some experiments on your brother. I healed him but he needs some time to rest and recuperate." He gently explained as he caressed her head. "I suppose he will be hungry when he wakes up. Why don't you go and find some berries for him in the meanwhile?" she sniffed and nodded. She dashed away and was gone in seconds.
He sat down and waited for anyone to speak. Lucario sat next to him. He rubbed the pokemon's shoulder but he was too busy with processing what happened back there. He just continued rubbing absently and let the pokemon have some time to gather his thoughts.
They believed in Lysandre, they believed his actions was just, they believed he was going to make the world a better place. But…
They watched the blond caress yellow fur of the unconscious Ninetales gently. The Ninetales he saved from team flare.
From slavery and experiments and pain and…
Was this really what the team flare is?
Was this really what Lysandre does?
Were they… not working for a better world?
"Master, w-what happened? I remember listening to a… a magnificent song you were singing and… and…" Lucario's eyes widened.
He nearly attacked that orange haired man with intent to…
With their enemies, that man's own team.
And with a power he didn't knew he had.
He gulped.
Just what did his master do?
"It isn't surprising you managed to hear it even if I didn't sing to you, you have always been sensitive… it was a song I sing with my chakra, the power you are so sensitive to." He caressed the blue head.
"B-but master! I… we nearly… n-nearly…"
"Shhh…" the blond curled his arms around the pokemon. He was shivering. "… I will not let you have that weight on your conscience. It is my weight to carry in our team." He rubbed the blue head as the pokemon stared down sadly. Most of the blond's team stared down sadly.
That's right, their gentle master has to carry a lot of weight on his heart.
More than they want to imagine.
Perhaps more than they can imagine.
"So, if such a day comes; leave it to me. Your innocence is something I'd like to preserve as long as possible." It was directed to his whole team instead of just lucario.
'As for your 'innocence'…'
Two of them already asked 'the question'. He mentally shrugged, it is their choice to preserve that innocence or not.
The blue pokemon sniffed and returned the hug. The blond rubbed his back soothingly. It is something he loved. The blond sighed and decided to address the elephant in the room.
"Your master was once a good man. A compassionate soul." He commented towards the Lysandre's old team. "but unfortunately, pure souls get corrupted easily and heavily. His compassion couldn't stand getting abused forever." He frowned.
"I… can't really blame him, I know very well what human greed is. But the path he decided to walk would affect everyone, including himself, horribly. What he wanted to do would purge the world from every living being." 'like Juubi – Luna – did to mine.'
"that is why I took all of you, I believe you are his strongest pokemon." He was staring at gyarados. "I took you but let him live. Perhaps one day he will be like his old self, at least not someone doing experiments on weak and plotting for a 'better world'. I will check on him again … in time." He sighed and his gaze fell to the unconscious pokemon. He was petting the yellow fox with one hand and blue jackal with other.
"perhaps it was too much to hope for… time will show if I made a mistake with letting him live."
"Wh-what about us? Are we… your captives? Slaves?" he stared at the pyroar for a second. Then back to Ninetales.
"You are free to go, but I would be happy if you don't go back to Lysandre."
"That's it? You are… letting us go? What if we… return to ma-Lysandre?" Gyarados was surprised to hear that.
"it is better than enslaving you. I can also kill you…" they all flinched; all except legendaries. "…but I don't see a point for such an excessive action. Also, my team won't be happy if I started to solve problems with killing. I have… yet to kill anything since I became their master."
"A-and before you became their master?" the blond paused petting the pokemon. He stared at dragonite hardly as the draconic pokemon regretted asking the question as soon as the last syllable got out of his maw. They held their gazes for a short time, then the pokemon averted his eyes. There was a tense silence. The blond resumed petting.
'well, I was scratching millions…' That was before the doomsday of course. Then everything.
"it doesn't matter. What matters is I very much prefer if you don't go back to Lysandre" 'and force me to… tie the loose end I am unsure if I should go back and tie before anyone else get hurt.' He kissed lucario's head as the blue pokemon fell asleep from fatigue of the eventful day. He lied the pokemon next to the fox. He absently ran his fingers over their fur.
"Otherwise you are free to do whatever you wish." He let them think over what he said and what they should do and gently probed the fox's mind with his chakra.
Ninetales' Mind
Everything was black.
His consciousness traveled deeper parts of his mind to escape from pain.
But he was happy.
He managed to let his sister escape from this. His sister was free from them.
At least one of them could live freely instead of waiting for the day.
He curled around himself in the void, waiting for the humans to get bored with causing him pain.
Get bored and finally end his suffering.
Through death or throw him away life an old rug… or both.
Until then he would sleep.
At least that was the plan.
That was the plan… until he saw a human with light blue ethereal wings appear.
He had long Blond hair, blue eyes…with slits, sun-kissed skin garbed with tattered black t-shirt, shorts and a pair of sandals covered with ethereal light-blue flames.
The blond flew closer to him.
He is an angel, he decided; here to take him and end his suffering… perhaps. But it didn't matter. He didn't care whatever he is; as long as the blond take him away from hands of those cruel humans, he would be his angel.
The angel landed in front of him, gentle blue eyes met happy red ones; happy like someone finally reunites with a long-lost lover or friend…
"Angel, are you here to take me away? Take my soul away from those humans?" he chanted 'please say yes' in his mind. The angel frowned. He knelt down in an arms-length away from him.
"I am here to wake you up." Such a beautiful voice but such a terrifying sentence… he half growled half whined.
"No! Why?! Why are you doing this?! W-why are you f-forcing me b-back to pain?!" he demanded, his voice cracking halfway. The blond waited for the fox to finish.
"Because your sister wants her brother back." The words echoed in the void they were in.
"M-my sister? H-how… how do you know… my sister?" can he… see her again? but… does that mean they recaptured her?
"She begged me to save you from team flare, 'those humans' you were talking about. And I can't say it is a save if you are not fully with her." Did his sister really find help? Was he really going to be… free and… with her?
Was he dreaming? His wide eyes narrowed to normal.
Yes, he must be dreaming.
"Then bring her to here, I want to see her… at least in this sweet dream." The blond grinned at him.
"You will see her in due time. Right now, you should wake up. I sent her to get something for you to eat."
"but… *sigh* you don't understand i… you will be gone along with my chance at seeing my sister one last time if I wake up. All left for me will be pain. So please, just…" The blond put his palm to his head softly and caressed the fur there.
"I swear I will be with you when you wake up. I swear you will be reunited with your sister when she comes back. I swear… what you find when you wake up will not be pain." The blond continued to caress. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch for a bit.
"It is time for you to return." Against his better judgment, he believed in the angel. Light exploded behind his eyelids.
Awake World
The ninetales' eyelids fluttered. He hesitantly opened them. He still could feel the angel's palm on his head. His eyes landed on the blond; he didn't have those ethereal wings or 'burning' clothes but it was him, the angel. In his peripheral he can see a group of pokemon close by and a lucario sleeping next to him.
"I am here as I said. And you sister should be close by. You are free." The blond's voice was already so beautiful… now he said the best thing he ever heard for a long while… long, long while… perhaps ever.
Perhaps he really was an angel. Not his angel, but a literal one. He already earned the title of being his angel.
"Brother!" Vulpix threw everything to ground and ran to her brother… literally; the little pile of berries on her tails couldn't hold on over her mad dash. She slammed on her brother's side, ninetales hugged the smaller pokemon to himself with his tails.
Typhoon let them have their moment and focused on the pokemon group. He smiled gently.
Then the fox duo added him to their embrace before he can say anything.
Vulpix was saying something, most likely thanking him but his mind was too busy with the feeling of all too familiar warm embrace of tails. Then, the tails were suddenly thicker and fiery orange. He coiled his arms around them and waited for two fur-covered arms to-
He mentally slapped himself. This was vulpix' brother, ninetales; not Tsukimaru, his ninetails.
Still, he smiled a little, he can enjoy the warm embrace.
"Thank you, angel. Thank you for everything." His eyes widened then narrowed to normal.
He sighed but didn't said anything; just ran his fingers around the fur on tails around him and vulpix' head.
He is free to call him whatever he wishes… even if he is a demon god rather than an angel.
He may have dropped the mantle of the title but that won't change what he is.
His team heard what the fox said.
"Do you… do you think what ninetales said can be true? Is master… really an angel?" greninja asked to his teammates lowly, causing them to think about it and then all to have wide eyes. Mewtwo listened to them.
The more they think about it, more it made sense.
"He isn't a human, as he said several times before. But I think he wants to be treated as one." Zoroark threw the fact and his thoughts.
"You are right, he wants to be treated as a 'normal human'. He told me when I met him in his dream." They flinched at the legendary, they weren't used to his presence yet. "Even if his actions oppose his words… I am not complaining of course." He pitched in when things went south in the HQ… otherwise just commanded them like a normal human.
"He has an array of strange powers I haven't seen anywhere else." Blaziken, the most experienced one in their group shared his piece. Most experienced and saw enough of the blond's power first hand to make a deduction.
"He is so strong, tough, fast and his moves are so graceful… all can be easily called unnatural." Chesnaught half muttered, half pointed out.
"He is so compassionate… and has very advanced healing skills." Floatzel added. Lucario told them about the houndoom incident. He was supposed to be cripple, for a wound from houndoom fire never heals and yet here he is, as healthy as if the damage never done after the blond's treatment.
"And of course, he has a body and charm that hardly can be earthly…" they all nodded with flustered faces at the delphox' comment. Except mewtwo but he was flustered too.
"but… what about… before?" greninja asked hesitantly.
Before…
It was clashing with this belief. But…
"…we didn't have any guarantee of survival for the next second…"
"did he… had any other option?" Zoroark's words cut deeply, both their thoughts and hearts. They stared down in sadness.
No, he most likely did not.
"Guys? What are you talking about?" of course floatzel was confused, she wasn't with them that day. Greninja explained it to his fellow water-type and the legendary as a side effect. He also went over his old lover for the legendary. She was crying when he finished while mewtwo just stared away with detachment.
Perhaps he was like him – old him – at some point. But how did he turn to what he is right now? and why?
"This is the world if you destroy everything."
"I had been alone for so long that, there wasn't anything left in me except loneliness."
Mewtwo's eyes widened.
Floatzel dashed at the blond and tackle-hugged him. He managed to move the fox on his lap to safety before the otter-pokemon crushed her.
"F-floatzel? What is wrong?" his voice was gentle but it had opposite effect of what he intended as the pokemon cried harder. She just cried and clung to his neck without saying anything. He rubbed her back in confusion as she continued to cry.
It doesn't matter if he was an angel, demon, human or even a god… he was their beloved master.
Mewtwo's eyes softened. Even if he really purged a world from life, he must have a reason to do so. Or perhaps he just survived while they massacred each other; with the kind of people they were, it is quite possible.
And even if he massacred them without a reason, he was a different person now…
At least he hoped… again, with all his might.
"Hello-"
"WAAAH!" Typhoon's amused gaze watched the professor as he nearly fell from his seat, only reason he didn't was because the blond caught it. he fixed it with a snicker as the professor tried to shake off his fright.
"guess you are working hard… perhaps too hard if you were so absorbed to it."
"Master! Are you al-?!" garchomp burst inside but froze after that.
"You should pry him away from…" he stared at what the professor was so concentrated on. It's a computer but it wasn't like any he saw from his old world… perhaps a product of higher technology. "…this. I nearly gave him a heart attack."
"Typhoon!"
"Hey girl." The pokemon tackled him like they hadn't seen each other for years. He chuckled.
"I wasn't gone for that long y'know, not even a month…"
"so? I missed you." he chuckled again and rubbed her head. He deemed the professor took enough time to recover.
"Hello again professor. How are you?" the professor heaved one last slow sigh to calm his nerves.
"I was fine a minute ago…" the blond snorted in amusement. "… but guess I will live. How about you and…?" his eyes traveled to the blond's team.
"wow, they have grown up already?" he beamed at the sheepish trio waving at him.
"eheheh professor, you are embarrassing us…" Sycamore didn't understand what chesnaught said of course but his embarrassment was noticeable for him.
"You are good at this, aren't you?" he aimed it to the blond. he shrugged casually.
"seems like I am…" he rubbed the clingy garchomp's head again. she flustered and his team's casual expressions strained.
'let him go before I blast the daylight out of you, dragon bitch.' More or less all of them shared greninja's thoughts… but they knew better than making a scene.
It would probably make the blond angry. It will make the blond sad and disappointed.
In short; unacceptable. They bit their tongues and tried to make their grimaces look like smiles instead. Typhoon saw their faces and sighed internally.
How jealous… he figured he should distract them before their restraint snapped… at least while they were in the lab. They may have some action outside if they want.
"Professor, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure, how can I help?"
"I uh… 'acquired' several pokemon. Can you examine them for any kind of problems for me?"
"'acquired?'"
"yeah, I uh… j-just examine them alright? They said they are fine but I don't want any problems we could have prevent come up later." the professor sighed but he was more than alright to ask anything.
His 'gift' accelerated his searches tremendously, he owed him one… well, more than 'one'.
His jeweler friend said he have never seen a diamond that big and that high quality. He said he can buy several continents with it. It was that perfect… more than enough to compensate for any and all equipment he needed for his researches.
Still, selling it left a bad taste in his mouth… it was a gift afterall.
"Sure. Where are they?"
"they were… shy to get inside the lab so I sent them to your backyard instead." Sycamore hummed.
"Let's go then." The blond stared at the computer for a second, there was no need to wonder if they had a network with their technology and it would help accelerate his understanding of this world and its 'rules'.
'maybe later' he decided and followed the professor.
At least tried to… garchomp was still clinging on him.
"garchomp…"
"five more minutes?" the blond sighed.
"garchomp, my team may attack you if you continue… they are getting jealous." He said lowly. She looked over his shoulder to check.
Blaziken grinned but she can see slight smoke every time he breathed.
Braixen didn't even bothered, just fingered the stick in his 'sleeve' with an expressionless face.
Greninja loosened and re-tightened his tongue-scarf with a hard stare.
Chesnaught smiled with too much teeth… and she almost can see extra thorns on his body.
Zoroark waved at her, his claws glinted dangerously.
Lucario frowned at her and his aura-sensors levitated a bit every once in a while.
Floatzel waved with an eye-smile but she swallowed too frequently to be normal, like she was on brink of using water gun but pressing it down at last second.
"… and I am sure Sycamore wouldn't like it if you all make a scene in his lab."
Garchomp backed off with several layers of resistance. Typhoon joined his team and their expressions turned more casual. It didn't stop them sending sparks to garchomp behind his back as they caught up to the professor. Floatzel 'sneezed' and 'accidentally' sent a low-powered water gun near the dual-type's feet. Garchomp growled.
"Floatzel…" she yelped.
"M-master! I uhh…"
"…Do you like the professor's lab?" she internally sighed in relief.
"Y-yes, it's a nice place. Nothing like…"
"then perhaps you should wait to get out of here before you start 'bickering' with garchomp. We don't want to cause any damage, do we?" Floatzel gulped. She did get caught afterall.
"O-of course not…" he turned around with an eye-smile and caressed her head.
"Good girl." She flustered; she was half embarrassed, half pleased by being called that.
They arrived and it was another near-heart-attack for the professor.
Three legendaries, Lysandre's team and fox siblings were waiting outside.
Lysandre's team as well as the fox siblings decided to join the blond for the time being.
"W-what the… just w-where did you…"
"We uh… kind of broke in team flare HQ, go wild on staff, rescued a swarm of pokemon - including them - and spook some sense to Lysandre… at least I hope…" Typhoon 'explained' shortly.
…
Sycamore blinked several times to process the info.
"Professor?" 'did I break him?' the professor sighed.
"I don't know if I should be surprised…" the blond grinned.
"…What do you want me to do?" he got serious again.
"Lysandre linked them to a doomsday device. I destroyed the device but I want you to check if there is any lingering effect left." The professor nodded.
"We are honored with your care, master, but we are fine." The blond hummed.
"I thought it is a moniker pokemon calls to their umm… leader? Caretaker?" he looked at his team.
"Trainer." Blaziken replied.
"Yes, trainer. My name is Typhoon."
"Wait… you haven't saved us because you want us to join you?" She thought that was the reason, only reason came to her mind.
"S-sister…" he tried to stop her before she became a bother but she just ignored him. The blond shook his head.
"Then you saved us because…" Surely, he had a reason to save them… right?
"Do I need a reason?"
Silence.
"Do I need a reason to save a group of enslaved living beings? Innocent living beings? I broke in because this little vulpix here…" he took the pokemon to his arms. She didn't object, just stared up at him. "…asked me to save her brother. You don't owe me anything by the way." The fox' lips trembled and she rested her head on his chest.
Mewtwo realized then and there that he doesn't need to fear, doesn't need to hesitate, doesn't need to worry anymore.
He found his master, real master and not a master in name.
Someone he can trust.
Someone he can trust with his power, someone he can trust with his back, someone he can trust with his life…
Someone he can trust with his love.
He may or may not cleansed a world from living but it is past…
And… even if his own past can't hold a candle over his, it wasn't exactly all flowers and candies either. He can't really judge him.
'Master, I am honored to call you that.' He thought as he watched the blond protested when the 'life and dead' duo bowed their heads to him.
Then garchomp hugged him from behind suddenly and burrowed her nose to his hair. Floatzel had enough and shot her with a low powered water gun. She growled and let the blond go to tackle the otter-pokemon. Chesnaught tried to separate them but he ended up joining the fight. Others pitched in to help and before long it was a slug-fest; hard to track who punched who or who kicked who.
Thankfully, they had enough sense to not use any actual attacks; so, it was more of a fist-fighting than battling. Sycamore was shouting protests while the blond sighed with an exasperated expression. He didn't do anything to stop them however, perhaps he was used to this kind of thing. He walked closer to the blond. He saw ghost of a grin on the blond's face with a closer look but he was exasperated nonetheless.
"Master, shall we umm… do anything?" the blond hummed then sighed.
"No, they are just being young. But we shall if they take it too much."
"Can you… define 'too much'?" the blond snorted in amusement.
"well, they have yet to start using skills, have they?" the legendary hummed in response.
They watched them 'fight' a bit more, then mewtwo's eyes trailed down on the blond's hand. He looked up to the blond to see he was watching their 'fight' and Sycamore's struggles with exasperated amusement. He looked away and slowly brought his pink hand to the blond's sun-kissed one. The blond looked down to the shy touch on his hand and grabbed the pink hand. Mewtwo's eyes shot to the united hands with a fluster then it climbed up to the blond's sapphire gaze. They held the eye contact for a moment then the blond eye-smiled at the legendary. Mewtwo averted his gaze as his fluster darkened to a blush. The blond rubbed thumb over the legendary's knuckles. They stood a bit more then mewtwo gathered his courage and pecked the blond on his cheek. He faced his front with a bowed head and closed his eyes, expecting a slap or punch but the blond walked in front of him and pushed his chin up gently with his curled pointer. Their eyes met again – the blond's is a warm blue gaze while mewtwo's is a bewildered, just-a-moment-away-from-fleeing pink gaze – then the blond gently connected their lips. Mewtwo gasped from his nose as his mind blanked for a moment. Then it rushed back and he hesitantly responded with a shy, inexperienced performance. Several seconds later the blond pulled back and the pink legendary panted softly. The blond eye-smiled again and continued his watch over the slug-fest. Mewtwo gently trailed his stubby fingers over his lips with a red face.
Mewtwo understood why they are fighting over him and agreed completely.
He was wonderful.
He was a treasure to be cherished.
They were outside and it was night time, a campfire was lighting the surrounding area gently as a small swarm of pokemon was resting around the embers. He left the legendary duo with Sycamore for a throughout examination.
the professor gave him a device called 'poketch'. he said it was used for long-distance communication.
"So, what are you going to do now?" the question was asked to 2 groups; fox siblings and Lysandre's ex-team. All eyes landed on him.
"We decided…"
"We are not…" two pokemon tried to answer at the same time then faced each other. The blond didn't give any reaction, only waited while watching the dancing embers. Ninetales gestured the blond with one of his tails. Pyroar took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and let it out.
"We decided to join you for a while, perhaps until we meet Lysandre again. what he was doing to the pokemon there was a shock to us too, we believed Lysandre was really working for a better future and we were helping him on it." The blond was silent for a while, just watching flames.
"What is this 'better future'? Can you explain it to me?" Pyroar blinked. He was staring at flames so he didn't know if he was seriously asking or not. There was a silence for some time then the blond faced him with an expectant gaze.
"Well?" it seems he was seriously asking.
"It is a future where…" He trailed off. Admittedly, Lysandre was vague about that. He told them he was working for a better future with no bad people in it but if what the blond said was true, the orange haired man's idea of better future was a future without life. The blond's gaze returned to the embers.
"It seems even you don't know what 'better future' is. You were just following Lysandre blindly." The lion frowned but he would admit the blond was right.
"Do you fear death, pyroar?" the fire-lion and others blinked at the question.
"Of course. Everyone does."
"Do you wish to live a good life? Perhaps with a mate and a few young ones or a good master and team, friends… a life like that."
"yes, of course." The pokemon didn't know where this was going but responded honestly.
"Do you have regrets?"
"Yes, I should have understood Lysandre's intentions better before I lend him my loyalty." The blond hummed and poked the fire with a stick. He was otherwise silent. Several beats passed.
"Can I… ask why you asked those questions?" the blond hummed again.
"I am just trying to understand why you followed Lysandre blindly like your life doesn't belong to you when you have fears, wishes and some measure of experience… in short, a life of your own. You are not so different from… say, blaziken. He too fears death like every living being." He faced the avian, who shrugged. "He too wishes for a better life…"
"I already have it, master. You make me happy. I am content with being with you." the blond smiled at him.
"But… wouldn't you like to take a mate and raise some… young pokemon or at least chase a love life?" love is blind, so he can love whoever he wishes. It doesn't have to be another blaziken or even a different gender. The avian thought a little.
The idea of having some young were good but his mind couldn't come up with any pokemon to be with. He tried harder but the result was same. He changed tactics and imagined himself mating. he mentally went over possible candidates, any pokemon drew his fancy before he separated his way with his old ma- him and afterwards, before he met with the blond.
The blond, Typhoon, his master.
Just that moment his desire chose the blond before he can do anything about it, he was attracted to him – crushing on him – before but now lust added itself to the mixture and it wasn't innocent anymore. He tried to change it with another pokemon, he wasn't even sure if the blond is willing to go that far but his heart and… 'rooster' already chose his master. His imagination started to run wild before he can leash it.
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He could imagine night time, he was sitting on ground and his arms rubbing around Typhoon's naked body. He gasped as his master pushed him on ground to lie down and grinded their crotches while rubbing his chest. He was breathing deeply as he tried to take a closer look at the face closing over his own but it was too dark to see anything except two faintly-glowing blue eyes and a curtain of sweet-smelling blond hair. He gasped again as one of his master's hand sneaked down and squeezed their lengths together without stopping grinding. He then took advantage of his open mouth and owned it; making him, a fire-type, burn something fierce. he tried to respond at first, to fight the intrusion but he was completely outclassed as the blond's much, much more experienced and long tongue explored his beakish mouth while giving his own tongue full length strokes every time it passed over. He allowed the blond to whatever he wished to do without much choice but he wasn't exactly complaining, his mind was too busy with feeling – enjoying – that magnificent fire for thinking about anything else. Then the blond pulled his tongue out of his mouth but continued to kiss him, their eyes met again after he realized he closed in his euphoria and opened them. Their eyes never ceased to look each other as the blond gently raised his legs to give his body enough space, slowly dragged his hips down and down-
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"Blaziken?" his eyes blinked open and he blinked several times. He swallowed thickly and thanked his lucky stars for choosing to sit indian-style.
"M-maybe one day, I-if I find someone like that. Until then I-I'm happy to be with you." he hoped his arousal didn't reflect to his voice… too much.'I already found you master. But I would be happier if we were… more' the avian looked away with a redder face. He smiled at what he had in his mind.
'perhaps I will ask him later…'
"…He too has regrets." Blaziken stared down. Yes. Yes, he did. But… his blue gaze landed on the blond staring at the flames, in the end it all led him to the blond.
In the end life was still going on and he was happy with his life.
"…So, I find it hard to understand why you want to just give reigns of your life when it is so normal and promising." He stared at the avian, their eyes met. "Would you want to do something like that, blaziken?" the avian thought, hard. He took several seconds before answering.
"I…I…guess I would if I completely trust them." The avian averted his gaze. "Y-you… you are that person to me." How did a few short weeks change his human-hating viewpoint to this? How did the 'human' had such a power on him? Them? The blond blinked and his gaze raked over rest of his team. They eyes were nervous but agreeing, fearing they were doing something wrong but still doing it. Even mewtwo was same.
He sighed.
"I understand your wish to put your trust to someone but never, never follow someone blindly; even if that someone is the one you trust with your everything." His voice was gentle but stern nonetheless. "because if that person steers away from their way, it is up to you to help them – with force if necessary – back to tract."
"T-that's why you are t-that person to me, master. You are very wise and you seem to… to know what to do in every situation and know where to go and how to go to the last step. It is like… like you already lived countless lives and know the life inside out." Good thing the blond didn't need to breath anymore, or he would be choking on his spit. "… I trust you, because I-I know you are the last one in our team to 'steer away from his way' as you said. I trust you because I think, no, know you are the person t-to show us, guide us, the right way a-and help us on it. and do you know what is t-the best? You… you allow us to choose accepting your way and following or declining and leaving. I… don't think a pokemon trainer would do that; they would simply capture and force the pokemon their way if the pokemon does not agree with them. So… I trust you, believe in your judgment and accept your way." The pokemon ended with a small bow and grin.
"I…see. I am… happy to know that you hold me on a such high place. But…" he trailed off.
Remains of a houndoom lied at his feet, body had been sliced to little meat cubes and blood enriching the soil underneath. Cold gaze watched the blood absorbed by the earth for a few moments dispassionately then right index twitched to his thumb to reseal the Red Reaper.
A gyarados, sliced from her head to tail tip with one clean slash. A perfectly symmetrical cut dividing the pokemon into to two, blood first flowing then connecting in middle. A tyranitar, cleanly cut severed limbs and body lies in a pile, blood pooling underneath it. a pyroar… at least body, head lies feet ahead and body twitching its last energy. A dragonite, body sliced open and guts spilling with endless blood. Shock and pain evident on all these pokemon. But the worst is their master. Outside he is alright but the blond inflicted lots of painful deaths upon him in their private dimension a.k.a: the blond's mindscape, from turning him inside out to burned him alive and replaced his blood with acid to flay him alive. His heart gave out after several days of torture crushed into a single cursed second. His icy gaze trailed over their bodies and resealed his sword back. He walked away for the last time without turning back.
'I…I need you as much as you need me. But I… love you enough to let you go if you choose to do so. And…and even then, I… I will stay my hand. I… I will try not to corrupt your world and my heaven with my darkness.'
"V-very well. No matter how much this rubs me wrong way, I-if it is what you want; I-I will respect your choices." His team walked closer and buried him in a group hug.
This was why they fought over him.
This was why they tried their best to make him happy and proud.
This was why they followed him…
He is wonderful. He is a treasure to be cherished. He is an angel.
He is their beloved master.
Pyroar stared down.
Why couldn't Lysandre be someone like him…
But…
Can anyone be like him?
He made his choice, a choice he shared with his teammates. His gaze flew across to the fox siblings to see they were watching them longingly. The blond saw the siblings' expression and waved a 'come' to them. they skipped in to the hug.
"M-master…" he couldn't meet the blond's eyes nor could speak easily with the knots in his throat. "C-c-can you… sing to us a-again?"
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