Simba growled as he walked into the dungeon, frowning at Cheren Westborough. He flared his nostrils, smelling metal, blood, and surprisingly, lilacs. Although, something mixed with the lilacs that caused Simba to scowl deeper. The scent of jasmine caught his nose. "Is there no good in the world anymore?" he said aloud, causing Cheren to glare at him. Simba walked over, and sat in a single wooden chair. He frowned at the former Aspertia leader. "You smell like Hilbert Touya Black. Why?" he asked. Cheren kept silent, staring daggers at Simba. "Would you like to see him?" he asked, tilting his head. Cheren's eyes portrayed hope, but Simba's smirk wiped it from him. "Hilbert, or Blackie, as I believe you call him, is residing in Nuvema Town. I have a Kadabra Halfling on him at all times, ready to teleport him to me at any moment." he said.
He sighed. "Although, I may had there and dispose of him myself. I've grown tired of hunting him when he's already under my paw." he said, looking at his hand. Cheren growled, and Simba laughed. "Do you want to know why I've been trailing him and his lover, Hilda Touko White?" he asked, referring to the former's sister. Cheren growled, but his eyes showed Simba what he wanted to see. "Very well. Relax, and let me tell you why the twins, best known as Black and White, are still alive, shall I?" he said, and Cheren grunted.
"My father was also a doctor. He happened to be in Virbank around the time Ash Ketchum became champion of Unova. At the time, Homika Blackwater was twelve. The young Frosslass Halfling was happy, and fun loving. Then she turns up as a victim in a rape homicide case my father involved himself in. The rape victim as Homika, and the homicide victim ass her older brother, or younger, what have you. The Absol Halfling that tried to protect the Frosslass Halfling from evil. Sounds noble. My father ran so many tests, he'd retest his retests. And he came to one conclusion. The fugitive on the run for those crimes, even two hundred years after the fact, is the brother, Black." he said, and Cheren growled.
"That's a lie!" he yelled. Simba chuckled. "Is it? When you have scientific evidence, and you can read the memories of the victims. Then what happened? Their mother died, her womb removed. The home they lived in, burnt down, replaced only months later. The next home they lived in and very single home for over a hundred years after the death of Ash Ketchum. Burnt. They were hunted, each home from the mother's womb to a Lacunosa cabin burnt to the ground. Those two wretches, like a pride lands Mightyena, ran from the only thing that could end them and make them pay for their deeds." he said.
"The person hunting them for everything they did was Mufasa Lionheart. My father. He lost the serum he invented, and passed on after my birth. But he left everything to me, and I kept on his work. He left tapes, stating that I should rebuild Ketchum Genetics if at all possible. But he made sure to tell me that you were giving the serum to him, and he gave it to his sister. After I found that someone my father supply such a serum for was giving it to another who he was hunting, I took that as an insult. So, I'm making it my job to make you as miserable as possible." he stated, frowning.
He snapped his fingers, and the twins appeared, in shock at the sight of Cheren in chains. "Who goes first Cheren? Him, or her?" he asked. Simba sensed that Krom was awakening, and wondered if he should invite the trainer to show him how to properly crush someone. He decided on it, and teleported Krom to him. "Hey Simba, what's with the twins?" he asked, grunting. He explained the situation, and by time he was done, Krom was angered by the sight of Hilbert, who he held back with his mind. "Now, Cheren lives. We need him to crush the church, or at least piss them off. Who dies first?" he asked Krom.
He wondered what went through the Hitoawa's skull. If he really cared for Homika, he'd choose to kill her first, which he did. Simba summoned his blade, but Krom grabbed his wrist. "Let me." he said, taking the blade from the Halfling. Simba chuckled. Krom plunged the blade through Hilda's stomach, and she cried out. Simba laughed, as she was pregnant, and Krom decided to deal as much damage to Hilbert as possible. He twisted the blade, and she cried out, blood soaking the blade. Simba snapped his fingers, and before Hilbert could do anything, two long, lean hands erupted from the shadows, pulling him back, and holding him. Hilbert was shoved forward, the golden eyes of Kyouhei Malkavi Lionheart glaring at him.
"Now do you see Cheren? This is what your kind does to us. You cross bearing scum walk about ruining everything from our lives to Ash Ketchum's empire. I always wanted to meet the man, and I possibly could have, if not for your kind." he said, and Cheren growled. Krom pulled the blade from her stomach, severing her head in one swipe. Simba saw the resolve in Hilbert shatter, and he waved his hand. "Krom, follow. Kyouhei, finish him." he stated.
Krom and Simba left the dungeon. "Not bad. You have the resolve to kill the innocent in times of war. I applaud you. Just one thing." he said. Krom tilted his head. "If you ever keep me up for almost twenty hours with your sexcapades, I'll fucking throw you in the dungeon with Cheren. I mean it." he said, grumbling as he walked off. Krom chuckled, heading back home.
Saria smiled as Krom walked in. "Where did you go?" she asked. Krom shrugged. "Simba teleported me in for some prisoner dispatching. It was simple, and clean." he said, and Saria chuckled. "Where's Kyouhei?" she asked. Krom shrugged again. "Simba told him to take care of some prisoner. I'm sure he'll be back soon." he said, and she laughed.
Kyouhei threw the man across the room, the serum freezing him as a sixteen year old boy. Kyouhei growled at him, and he frowned, grabbing the sword Krom discarded. He swung it at the boy, who stood still. Cheren called to him, telling Hilbert to cut him free. Kyouhei frowned, his eye twitching. The boy growled, lunging at Kyouhei with the blade. He leaned to the side, tripping Hilbert. He hit the ground with a thud, the blade clattering to the ground, where Kyouhei grasped it. He grabbed the boy's shirt, and dragged him over to Cheren, placing his face at Cheren's knees, as Cheren was restrained to be on his knees. Kyouhei stepped on his back, blade in hand.
"Blade of dwarf make, blade of Halfling's hands, allow me to show no mercy as I kill this man." he said, plunging the blade through Hilbert's throat, the blood spraying onto Cheren. "Coated in tainted blood you shall be, until of Arceus this world is free. Remember today, remember tonight, as her head hit the floor, of you his mind lost sight." Kyouhei spoke, his words boring into the mind of Cheren. He pulled the blade from the throat of Hilbert Touya Black, wiping the blood off on Cheren's face, slicing his cheek open.
Simba chuckled as he walked through Nacrene Town. Sinnoh was angered, and sent two thousand Solders of Arceus to assassinate Krom. Krom stood at the gateway into Pinwheel Forest, Granitwarf next to him. The soldiers charged, and Simba chuckled.
Krom rolled to the side, his pole axe finding purchase, blood spraying through the air. Granitwarf slammed his hammer into the chest of a churchgoer, turning to slam into a Machoke. Krom spun, slicing into a Mienshao, coming down to cut into a Serperior. He came up, a Crobat falling in two as Krom came down, the poison Pokemon's acidic blood spraying through the crowd. Granitwarf used Dark Pulse, knocking back a wall of humans. Simba joined the fray, ramming a wooden staff into the skull of a man, jabbing his blade through a Machamp. A woman came up behind Krom, her noiseless footsteps leaving the Hitoawa vulnerable. Just then, a pair of hands appeared, clamping around her mouth and behind her ear. The hands wrung themselves, snapping her neck with an audible crack. Kyouhei sprung into the fray, his hands on Simba's shoulders. He vaulted himself from the Halfling's shoulders, landing on a Munchlax, snapping it's neck.
The four fought with vigor, enjoying a battle after the peace set in. The enemy's number dwindled, hitting five hundred before long. Simba told Krom to head home, spend the night with Saria. Kyouhei refused to leave, his body constantly moving with sadistic flare. The five hundred enemies that stood in front of them refused to retreat, and Simba grew tired of their pestering appearances. Now they dare attempt to follow Krom back to his home. No, they shall not reach his home. He told Kyouhei to go home, but the Malkavi only growled. Simba sighed, handing him his blade. "I won't need it." he said, and Kyouhei nodded. The five hundred charged as one, and Simba lifted his staff into the air. He sensed the ground, seeing power lines resting near gas lines.
He smirked. "You! Shall! Not! Pass!" he yelled, slamming his staff to the ground, using Thunder. The power lines spasmed under the ground, sending electric through the town, Simba's powers restricting the range of the power. The lines overloaded, exploding and taking the gas lines with them. A huge explosion rung out, screams of pain ringing out. The five hundred saw a flash of light, searing pain, then nothing, like dragon's flame. Simba turned, his gray cloak billowing in the breeze. Kyouhei shrugged, following Simba.
Simba and Krom walked into the meeting, both seeming a little angered. Krom grabbed Crasher Wake, who sat next to Homika, and threw him across the room, and he slammed into a wall with a crunch. He sat next to Homika, glaring at the Sinnoh Leaders. Simba sighed. "Who was it?' he asked. None answered. "Who sent two thousand cross bearers after Krom? Yes, I set them up, yes I killed them. But, Nacrene City suffered harsh damages. Power lines and gas lines are down, and a heap of burnt bodies are laying in the town square." he said.
Krom smiled at Homika. Then he turned to the league. "I need to ask. If I commit a supposed crime in Pinwheel, does that affect me anywhere else?" he asked. Simba shook his head. "No. Killing Hilda white was legal, as I was going to, but you wanted to." he said, freezing the league with his words. Simba picked up a trace of fear in Homika's eyes, as where she was, so was her brother. "If only I knew what happened to him." Krom growled out, and Simba chuckled. "You wanna see?" he asked, picking up the remote, displaying footage of the dungeon.
The footage played back, and Homika shook slightly. "Kyouhei gave Cheren what he deserved, but I do remember something else." he said, pulling Hilbert's baseball cap from his pocket, placing it on the table. "This is what happens when a Lionheart gets bored. My father hunted these two since the day he performed an autopsy on Sephiroth Blackwater. Their mother was killed, her womb removed. Every home they stayed at for even a hundred plus years after Ash's death as destroyed, and then, I finally decided to end it. So, whoever wants the hat can have it." he said, shrugging.
Marlon shot to his feet. "Their holding a gym leader captive, and killed two innocent people! How by my Wailord's blubber are they not being arrested!?" he called. Homika growled, shooting to her feet. Krom stood up slowly, giving Homika a soft smile. With in a blink of an eye, Marlon was against the wall, Krom's hand around his throat. 'After what he did to Homika, Kyouhei showed him mercy. I'd have done much worse. You better make sure your Pokemon are ready, because tomorrow morning, I'm going to kill every single one of your Pokemon and feast on their flesh. And then I'll beat that fake tan out of you, and that's if Kyouhei doesn't get to you first. The only reason I'm killing you is because I want to see the look on your face when I defeat your team with one Pokemon." he said, throwing Marlon across the room. He walked over to Homika, grabbing her hand roughly. She tensed up, and he sighed. "Let's go. I'll leave the world league less if I stay here." he said, growling at the league. Simba chuckled.
He began seeing more Halflings at the table. Now, if only he could get some more at the table. But who to kill? There were so many choices. Simba chuckled again, causing Amy to roll her eyes.