Hello everyone! I hope you had a great today!
Whew, it's been awhile since I've updated here but that should be expected. If you all have followed me, you would see that I've been updating and posting more stories as of late, most in which are Fire Emblem stories (don't judge me! It's a good game series.) Yet there was one story that was deemed just for the Masked Children.
Say hello to my new story, The Masked Children: Shorts and Shots.
Yes, I have done it! I have made a side story for my main story (this one) in order to give you all what I couldn't before, small scenes and shorts that I've always wanted to put here but never did.
So basically this is a story in which it has little shots that I was never able to add in, what if stories as there were some scenes that were scraped and ideas that did not make it, and small story lines that i never could add as it was too late to do so. If you want to ask for a shot or a what if then you may do so here or on the other story itself.
But that's all for not, now then… let's start!
Kanto-Sinnoh: Japan
Unova: New York
Kalos: Paris
Alola: Hawaii
Will have a language barrier here.
And depending on the person that I'm 3poving, the languages will be set up as-
Japanese-actually language (will have errors)
English- backwards/mirrored
French-actually language (help from Liyada)
Alola-actually language (will have errors)
Ages:
Carl-34
Sham-31
Karen-28
Will-25
Red-21
Blue-22
Green-21
Yellow-20
Gold-19
Crystal-19
Silver-19
Ruby-17
Sapphire-17
Emerald-16
Diamond-15
Pearl-15
Platinum-15
Black-15
White-15
Whi-two-13
Lack-two-13
X-11
Y-11
Sun-10
Moon-10
Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon Adventures
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August 13 - Sinnoh
Blue was in heaven.
Well technically not in heaven but she considers this a close second.
"Wow," Dia gasped, food momentarily forgotten in his hands.
"Amazing" Moon breath, a hand over her mouth to hide how far it had dropped from the sight before them.
Blue couldn't help but agree even more.
The Flower Festival of Floaroma Town was nothing short of spectacular as the streets were all decked out for such festivities. Color was everywhere, from the dozens of streamers hanging from the street lights and buildings high above, from the many colorful dress wear as people dress themselves in ribbons and jewels, to the millions upon millions of flowers that were scattered all over from as far as the eye can see. Not one place was left colorless as paintings were set in the alley ways with petals floating around them in the air to give off a sweet fragrance of honey and nature.
When the Professor said it was a big event he meant big.
She knew that she was here for the mission, of course she was here for the mission, but the sight of all this festivities was only swaying her to ignore it all and celebrate alongside them. It was far too tempting and she knew she shouldn't allow that.
But still…
"I don't suppose you know what to do now, do you?"
Blue, without shame, shook her head no. She knew this town would be holding an annual tradition event for their town's specialty but she never knew that they would celebrate this much.
But the sight of such heavy celebration only meant that he had not come yet.
"I see," Moon whispered as she looked back at the crowd. At the time they had stood in a daze, the town folks have all but came to the center and all started to dance with each other. It was not coronated at all but it was all planned out in a circle of sorts, partners, ranging from the young children giggling in delight to the elderly who all but smiled fondly danced with each other. "I don't have an idea either if I'm honest. Perhaps…"
As Moon drifted off Dia only shrugged a bit. "Sorry."
It was clear that none of them knew what to do now. The festival had only been going on for three hours and by the time they had arrived it had only taken three hours for everyone to become enveloped into the festive mood.
She couldn't blame them, it looks so much fun judging from everyone's faces.
Oh how she wishes to go as well.
Unless… maybe they could!
"Moon."
"Yes?"
"Do you happen to know what sort of events are planned out for today?"
The girl paused, taking a moment to collect all her data in mind before listing them one by one. "There would be a fragents contest, a honey cooking contest, a few activities for the younger ones and some Pokemon Contest here and there. I think a few dance performances were scheduled to show later as well."
Now if Blue had seen stars when Dia saw food she saw a spark of fire when her Junior mentioned cooking contest, instead of a dreamland she saw passion.
She smirked to herself.
Hook, line, sucker.
With her amazing will power, she made a thinking face for a few moments before lighting up with the image of just having found an idea. "Well how about this, he obviously likes attraction correct? And during that time he interrupted a contest, it was in the middle of one of its performances right?"
Moon, as smart as she was, was still puzzled by what her line of thought was getting them. Dia on the other hand, had a normal expression on his face while his eyes just seemed to beam a bit. He knew exactly what she was going to say.
"Well," she continued, when both of the dark haired children gave her a nod. "If we were to just watch an attraction on the sidelines who knows how much time it would take to get to the center and catch him in the act. Plus, with how many people are here I doubt we would be able to get front row seats to any of them unless we stay and wait for the event to open. And that would only cause us more problems than it's worth if we only stay in one place for an hour or so."
"What are you suggesting," Moon asked. This time, where her puzzled expression was a moment ago was replaced by a look of sudden understanding and with a slight excited gleam in her eyes. It reminded her that those two were children, not adults but still grown teenagers trying to fight and fix the world.
Her heart reminded herself that they weren't the only ones that happen to grow up fast.
"That's why we should join in!" Blue expressed a healthy amount of excitement in her voice. "If he was to only come to during an event then we have to be in it to make sure we catch him on time."
"We join… in?"
"Yes!"
Moon looked conflicted but it was overshadowed by the childlike wonder that star struck upon her. Dia just looked down right happy.
"Al- uh… Alright then," Moon tried and almost failed to keep the eagerness in her voice from slipping out. "Where should we all go?"
"Not we," Blue waved a finger in front of her face. "It's 'Where should you go'?"
"You mean…"
"Yup! If we split up we should be able to cover more ground than all of us just-"
"Alright I'm heading off!"
"Thank you Senior!"
Before Blue could even finish, two dust clouds were in place of the two Dexholders that were just in front of her only a second ago. She could distinctly see a pair of twin brains going into the scented stalls while a red scarf was weaving its way through the crowd towards the sound of pans clapping and bubbles boiling.
Bleu stood there, stunned for a few seconds before she laughed.
Once she was done, she looked up again from where the teens were and a small sad smile graced those who bothered to look.
'It was unfair,' she thought. 'That they had to live with so much and fight so hard when it should have been our job to take care of saving the world. Not them. Not… children.'
Blue, for as giddy and flitations as she was she wasn't dumb. She knew about the distortion world and how those two boys almost witnessed a murder when the leader, Cyrus, got dragged into the other side. How they had to travel hard and train with the separation without the other there for them. How they both thought they had lost each other.
And the girl, she was just as bad. She wanted to heal a friend not save an island. Yet she still did it anyways, without a second thought from what she was told. Caged and imprisoned, sent to another world and thrown out of balance from the way she thought was the right thing to do. But she still fought, even when there were some people waiting for her to come home.
They don't deserve this, they should be laughing instead of crying. Excited instead of scared. Wonderous instead of hopeless.
Hopeless… huh…
Do… do they feel hopeless? Those kids… do they feel hopeless? The one with the mask… are they feeling hopeless?
From what they were told, there were four of them. Four kids wearing a mask that she long since buried away and turned her back on, thinking that it was all over and everything would rest in peace from that child abuse.
Perhaps… if she had broken it instead of buried it... perhaps then this whole situation would not have happened. Perhaps instead of running away, if she had simply faced it head on… then maybe…
Those four would not have been used. They would not have been enslaved by people with no faces and blank canvases to replace their own. They would not have been on the opposite side, battling, fighting. They should not have deserved such a childhood.
A childhood where they become the villains when in reality they are children just like those two whose only desire was to escape such a place.
But now, who knows what they are thinking, those four who are roaming free with those symbols on their faces.
Do they even want to escape? Or were they too tightly bound by their chains?
If she could turn back the clock and set things right.
But that was impossible wasn't it.
~{*}~
The Clock Keeper looked at the Time Master and only shared a glance with one another before he looked back at his double edged weapon.
The clock, even for a second of time, had stopped its hands before continuing its steady beat of rhythmic ticks.
It was impossible to do such a thing, stop what was already set.
But for some reason it had stopped, the hands of time have stopped all together in that one second. A second that was not meant to pause.
'No,' the Time Master looked on. 'It's not an impossibility. It is only an extremely difficult possibility.'
The Time Master looked back at the grand giant clock, one that was dark in ivory black. The Dooms Day Clock. Once it had started it could never be stopped. Yet somehow it did.
'You of all people should know that it's not impossible to stop an event that was supposed to come.'
'But those were not a black clock.'
'True,' the Time Master agreed. 'Still it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to happen.'
There was a silence between the two, only the void of space that was wrapped in their favor with the sound of ticks echoing through it. It was a deadly peace, one in which for every tick that was sound will give off a second closer to the end. And perhaps, even their demise.
'Be prepared. Those that seek us will be coming soon.'
The Time Master looked at the Clock Keeper and bowed in respect. Time could only so bow down to its creator of its powers after all.
'Yes Master. I bid you a safe passage.'
'And I, to you time traveler.'
Without another word, a blue portable appeared behind the Time Master before they flew in with their crystal clear wings to help them through. As soon as they entered, the portal closed behind them.
The Clock Keeper started a few, thinking through its words before looking back at the black clock.
~{*}~
Tick tock tick
It had stopped
A second in this present day
But it still continues on
It's no longer slowly down
But speeding up
What now, what then, what will
Happen
What happened
Who knows
Not even those that govern time know themselves
Was it a mistake or miracle
Is it, was it, will it
Who knows who knows
Tick tock tick
~{*}~
The hand is dangerously close to the fifth hour.
~{*}~
August 11 - Kalos
You know, with minus of the waiting on the plane thing and the fact that he lost to a game of poker to a stranger a minute ago, he would say he wouldn't mind coming back to a place like this again. The city was nice, so many street dancers and skaters in every ally way, he could bring his skateboard next time he comes. It wouldn't be so bad.
Hence the words, not so bad.
With hands behind his neck, he surveyed the people he was with.
There was the natives, a scientist from the looks of it (lab coat and all) who was a little on the young side of things. New? Possibly started a few years ago. The other native was tall for her age. Y, from the days introduction prier, was chatting along side with the other blonde in the group. From the way she carried herself she was more than just confident in herself. Perhaps even daring in her own right. And the other blonde? Loud, aggressive, full of emotions that he couldn't hide no matter what he does. Pearl surly is the opposite of his other Sinnoh counterpart. The last one of their small group was White. She was more on the neutral side of things, quite but speaks up when needed, does not stop his fun only till they leave, and was more productive with her time then he would care for.
All in all, it was an interestingly stable group.
Gold made a once over at the group again before looking at the destination that they were leading into.
Prism Tower stood proudly above it all, a fine structure made of steel and iron, run by the electricity that only Pokemon could be able to power. It was even taller than the Bell Tower!
He had to say he was impressed by it.
Flashing forward, they were now in one of the three elevators that were provided in the Tower when the scientist said something that demanded all their attention on him.
"Sorry to keep you all waitting," he said, scratching at the base of his neck in a slight gesture of nervousness. "I was supposed to meet you at the airport but things changed drastically these last couple of hours."
"It's fine Dr. Hibachi."
Hibachi winched at the formal tone that Y was putting on. "Please, no doctor. I'm not that old you know."
"Hibachi then," Y nod. "What do you mean when you say that things changed drastically? From what we heard, we were all supposed to meet here before we go to Viola's Gym."
"Well that was supposed to be the plan, but then we got another call from the Santalune Gym about the attack two days ago."
"Do you know what it was about," White added her own two cents.
"Yeah," Hibachi confirmed as he gently swiped away Pearl's hand from pushing any buttons from the panel. "You see, the Santalune Gym Leader is very well known for its photograph collection, a museum of sorts. You can find a picture of almost anything and everything over there."
"Anything," Pearl raised an eyebrow.
"Anything."
"So," White cut in. "Was there some photos missing? From what we were told, the Gym was torn apart during the night before the morning guards took their shift." She paused. "They said it was such a mess that they had to call in again to tell us if anything else was damaged or missing from the sight. Did something go missing?"
"Well… yes," Hibachi hesitated. "But it wasn't just some photos that were taken, or only photos at that."
"What do you mean?" It was Gold's turn to interrogate.
Before he could answer back to him, the elevator stopped with a small ding to sign off that they were now at their destination and opened the door to let them out.
It was chaos.
Scientist were all running around, some filled with papers in arms as they quickly made their way through the crowd with their partner Pokemon behind them, others on calls as they were surrounded with dozens of telephones ringing every second. Pokemon that were gliding above them were transporting papers and catching fallen ones, delivering them to the person needed to be delivered to. There was even a cart filled with cups of water and coffees being distributed by a group of Pichu's who were racing all over the place, careful not to spill a single drop.
Gold loves chaos, but not this chaos.
"Whoa."
Pearl looked at him with wide eyes. "Whoa? More like ouch."
"Have to agree on golden eyes there," Hibachi pointed. "Whoa indeed."
"How long was this even going," White asked, the most calm of the four to see the disaster in front of them.
"A couple of hours? Not sure, it's not like we got time to check the clock now and again when we are trying to fight back for every second that's going to waste. Eh, but enough of that. Let's go and hurry on up. We can't keep Clemont waiting any longer or he would start to panic."
To say that they were in the middle of a minefield was an understatement. For every step that they take, someone would come rushing in on them and would almost crash into them if they didn't have the reflections to douged out of the way. At one point, Pearl was almost runned over by the Pichu cart and sent a furry of little sparks his way for almost messing up their beverages to the workers in the building. It was so endearing that he almost wanted to send his own Pichu out to see his own species coming and going every so often
In the end, he decided against it and almost signed a breath of relief when they saw the door to the main room. Without a second thought, he opened the door in one grand guster as he all but ran inside to avoid getting hit by a fly Pokemon over head.
The door baerly closed behind everyone when a voice yelled, "Finally! You're here!"
In the room were two other people, both blonde, a boy and girl respectively.
The girl was young, a braid over her forehead with a small spike of hair on the side to the end of it. She had a brown sleeveless shirt with a black bow in the front of it, a white puffy skirt with some black keen cut tights and bright pink shoes to match. She also had a shoulder bad that had a Dedenne striking it head out to see all of the comoations.
The boy was perhaps Pearls age, a pair of big wide lens glasses were resting on his nose. He had a blue jumper of sorts, yellow strips were seen here and there with black and white shoes to stop from closing with the rest of the colors. What was a little out of the ordinary was a giant white backpack that had a hand sticking out from it.
(It surprised him how well he could take such things nowadays. If he was younger, he would have been all over that device.)
"Clemont!"
"Y," the little girl cheered. "You're here!"
"Now Bonnie," teh arm from the backpacked waved a finger at her. "You shouldn't get ahead of yourself. Let me do that."
"Aww."
"Eh bien maintenant qu'ils sont ici(1)," Hibachi cleared. "Je vais aller à mon bureau pour l'instant si ça ne vous dérange pas."(2)
"Not at all," this time Clemont waved his own hand at the bourret. "Je peux m'occuper des choses d'ici."(3)
"Thank you."
Once the man left the room, all eyes were on the boy that was the one to send him away.
Placing a hand over his heart he started. "Hello, my name is Clemont. The Gym Leader of this Tower and the person that called you over to ask for help with the girl that has been running around Kalso."
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Well now that they are here(1)
I'll be going to my office for now if you don't mind. (2)
I can take care of things from here.(3)