AN: Chapter fucking six, hell yeah! This is great, I'm actually starting to get somewhere with this story. Alright, let's just get in to this!
"KYLE, WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" Margaret was yelling at me, seeming to think I was trying to sneak out, despite me telling her an hour ago I had legal business to attend to. I was off to both reactivate my trainer's license, and to visit the police station, due to the Police Force contacting me to notify me of them finding a suspect to the burning of my house and murder of my mother. Now, Margaret was freaking out, probably having figured out the fact that I was trying to become an official trainer again, which would take away any legal authority over me, because any trainer over 14 is technically an adult, though if they revoke their license they are once again put into parental custody.
"To see the police? We talked about this earlier, so uh, yeah, I need to go." With that, I swung the door open, and stepped out, slamming it behind me, two pairs of red eyes staring at me from a bush nearby, belonging to Daniel and Riley. I gestured for them to meet me farther ahead, and the eyes were out of sight within a second. I pulled my jacket on and began to jog up ahead, turning a street corner to come across Riley and Daniel sitting in the middle of the road, Daniel's tail wagging rapidly. "Hey guys, you ready to go get registered as a team again?" Both of them nodded furiously as I scooped Daniel up into my arms and scratched behind his ears, causing the fox to let out a happy bark. I strolled down the streets, slowly heading to the Police Station, Riley by my side, Daniel in my arms, and the rest of the team in their pokeballs.
As I entered the police station, I saw a familiar figure, the cop who had brought me my bag when my house burned down. The cop who was a pokemorph, and this time, I could see his face and make out what exactly he was. The officer turned to me with a literal wolfish grin, the face of a mightyena-morph, staring directly at me. "Hey kid, you here about the suspect?"
"Yeah, could you take me to them now? I have some business to attend to after this." I reached down to my belt and unhooked one of the two pokeballs that has been linked to pokemon since I retired, an ornately carved piece, engraved with intertwining dragons, and the ball itself was red and black, with two golden ridges running along it. "I want to be clear, whatever you see me do in there, you aren't to tell anyone."
"As long as it's not illegal, then you'll be fine." He led me to a door, and unlocked it, revealing a man whose face was riddled with scars, handcuffed to a steel table. I went over and sat at the chair on the side of the table opposite of him, before looking over at the mightyena.
"Can you please shut the door," I set the ball on the table and stared at the scarred man, "speak, now, was it you?" The mightyena shut the door as soon as I asked my first question.
The man was visibly sweating, his eyes locked on the pokeball set in front of him, before he spoke, "I don't have to tell you freaks anything!" I grinned at his wording.
"Would you mind explaining how I'm a freak?" The man froze, realizing his mistake quickly, and I put a hand on the pokeball. "Do you know what this ball is? It's a modified version of a ball that was used to capture a certain legendary hundreds of years ago. Stuff of legends really, and while this is a weaker recreation, the beast it holds is still rather powerful."
"I know the legend, and there's no way someone who's becoming a morph would be able to capture Giratina." The sweat was practically pouring down his neck, he was shaking rapidly as he slipped once again, confirming him as one of the slavers.
"Not Giratina, just a piece of it. Would you like to meet him?" A small amount of black mist as dark as midnight leaked from a crack in the ball. "He's not even completely contained you know." The mist poured from the ball rapidly, coating the walls in pure black, the mightyena cop was looking around terrified as I stared the scarred man down, my face as emotionless as a rock.
"You're a monster! You really are a freak, officer, you can't let him do this to me! I confess!" As he said this, the mist all retreated into my shadow, before I felt a cool presence run up my leg and twirl around my arm, then the black mist gathered back into the ball.
"Kyle, what was that? Is it really really a piece of Giratina in that ball?" The mightyena was gripping his hat tightly at his chest.
"Just a parlor trick bud, now, I also came here to reactivate my trainer's license, would you mind showing me where to do that?" He stared at me with a shocked face, obviously confused about how calm I was, not even catching onto my lie. He led me to another room, locking up the one with the slaver in it once again, as I clipped the ball back onto my belt. He gestured for me to sit down, which I did, before he left the room for a few minutes. When he came back in, I had released Lucy and was chatting with her, letting her know that soon I could legally leave Margret's house. The cop set a packet of paper work in front of me and handed me a pen. I had done this before, it was the same set of papers a trainer has to do every two years to keep their license, just simple safety shit, which I quickly filled out, before being handed a device, which was used to register a pokedex, I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my old pokedex; a custom wrist mounted unit, with a long touchscreen that ran several inches down the forearm, at the bottom of the screen was a trackball, for more precise navigation, there was also a slide out keyboard. This whole unit latched into a watch band style dock, and ran down the bottom of my forearm. I set the pokedex on top of the device the cop had provided, before a beep was heard, and at that point, I tapped each one of my pokeballs on the trackball of my pokedex, registering them all to my team. After this, I stood up and began to walk out of the room, before turning to the cop. "I never got your name, mind sharing?"
"My name is Lucian, and just so you know, never come to any police station and drive a suspect to the point of insanity again." I nodded and threw my bag on, strapping my pokedex onto my arm, pulling my sleeve over it, and walking to a park, before rolling my sleeve up and navigating through my pokedex's menus, checking out old files, photos of me and my team, research notes I had taken, and various other things. I looked at one of the photos and zoomed in on my eyes, in the photo they were amber, two rings of gold, each with a splash of crimson coming from the pupil, but when I switched over to the camera and looked at my current self, my irises were pink, my pupils seemed to be fading to a white even. The pink from my irises seemed to be leaking into the whites of my eyes, despite the fact that the fur had only spread to about halfway up my torso, and no other changes had occured yet. I sighed and stood up, becoming increasingly conscious of how my fur rubbed against the inside of my shirt, a problem I had been thinking of a solution to since the fur started to spread. I let out Lucy once more, quickly scratching behind her ear as I started to stroll, an action which she responded to with a blush and a cute squeak. I turned back and smiled at her, before teasing her with a whistle and calling out, "Here girl! Come on!"
"Arceus damnit Kyle, we both know I'm not some dumb animal." I grinned at her, winking slightly as I responded,
"But you look absolutely adorable, so I'm gonna make fun of you so I see more of that cute little fighter's blush." She squeaked again as I walked back to her and scooped her up hefting all 120 pounds of metal skeleton punch dog. She wrapped her arms around my neck for extra support and nuzzled my cheek for a second, before resting her head on my shoulder and closing her eyes. After walking for a few minutes, Lucy finally fell asleep, her chest rising and falling gently, causing a wide smile to spread across my face. Turned down an alley, trying to take a shortcut to the ice cream shop, despite the cliche of muggers. Unfortunately for a certain me who's partially through the process of becoming a pokemorph, the cliche turned out to be true. As I was about half way through the alley, two long humanoid shadows came into view, stretching a few feet past me from behind, and two people stepped out from behind a trash can, blocking my way, before one of them spoke,
"Well looky here boys, we seem to have a trainer doing all the wor-" He was cut off as I dropped Lucy, who somehow continued to sleep, and leaped at him, spinning mid air so my heel connected with his temple, knocking him out instantly. The man who was next to him pulled out a switchblade, so I quickly struck out with a palm strike to the inside of his forearm. This caused a quick spasm in his hand, making him drop the knife. I caught the knife and threw it at one of the two who had been behind us, and were trying to grab the sleeping lucario who was on the ground. It nailed him in the shoulder, causing him to recoil back and the other to stop from shock. Despite the fact that he was out of view, I could feel the man who had originally had the knife about to throw a punch, a poor one, at the back of my head. Reacting as quick as possible, I hooked one of my feet behind the crook of his knee, and pulled his leg out from under him, before falling over onto his throat with my elbow. I slowly stood and cracked my neck, taking a step towards the one remaining alley-fucks,
"You're the only one left pal, either leave or I'll break every bone in your body and feed you to my pokemon." I glared at him as I spoke, before starting to walk over, yanking the knife from the shoulder of his friend, who seemed to have passed out after they got a knife in their arm. "So, get out of here, because you asshats were planning on mugging me, don't deny it either, I have a psychic who's powerful enough to communicate when in her ball, and you fucks insulted me and my lucario. I'm nothing without her, it's not that I do all the work, it's that I try and give her some luxury when I can." The man ran off without another sound, so I scooped Lucy back up and began to head back my destination.
Once me and Lucy were seated at the ice cream parlor, idly chatting, getting very few looks at the amazing 'Talking Lucario' due to me being a regular here, we started chatting about Giratina's fragment, as she didn't approve of me using a separated piece of one of the most powerful legendaries as an interrogation device. I just rolled my eyes at her and went back to my food, cheap fries and a chocolate shake me and Lucy were sharing. After a few minutes of silence, a bell rang from a nearby church, in unison with the bell on the door of the parlor, and I heard an all too familiar voice call out,
"TRAINERS ARE SINNERS, SINNERS BURN WITH GIRATINA!" I slid down in my seat to hide from the woman I currently lived with, and Lucy's ears folded down to the back of her head as she began to tear up. My feeble effort to hide was in vain, as Margaret quickly noticed my signature blue and red jacket, which I had worn every day, hanging over the top of my booth's seat. "KYLE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT BEAST, YOU'RE NO LONGER WELCOME IN MY HOUSE, I'M THROWING OUT ALL YOUR SHIT AND KICKING YOU TO THE Ssstreeetssss….." She slowed down as me and Lucy vaulted over our booth, dashing out the door, Lucy having grabbed my jacket and thrown it to me. We ran back to the alley, now clear of muggers, and I dropped the ball that contained 'Giratina' and called out as fast I could,
"AZATHOTH, TAKE ME TO THE CRAZY LADY'S HOUSE!" I immediately felt a tugging below my feet as I was pulled into my shadow, and Lucy into hers, before I was thrown back into my room, and the black, red, and gold ball dropped back into my hand, all in front of a shocked Jeremy, who was currently packing a few of my bags full of all kinds of camping gear.
AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger, just want to say, this is by far my longest chapter, so that's neat, not including this end note, it's 2302 words, so yeah, I'd say I dun good. So yeah, in the next few chapters I'll explain the whole "fragment of Giratina" thing, don't worry, not just some random bullshit, just a way to make a more sensible way to have a legendary on your team. Anyways, see you next update, whatever story that'll be on.