Kyouhei growled at the boy, who lazed as he filmed the village. He caught sight of Kyouhei and laughed, waving happily. Kyouhei clenched his fists, and the boy blinked, gulping. He stood, retreating back slowly. He stepped on an empty box of doughnuts, and Kyouhei noticed. The boy turned and began to bolt back into the forest, and Kyouhei followed. The boy jumped over a branch, and Kyouhei launched himself into a tree. He leapt from tree to tree, his golden eyes never leaving the frightened boy. He grunted, landing in front of the boy. The boy dropped his camera, breathing heavily.
Kyouhei stalked forward, teeth grit. The boy moved on instinct, his fist connecting with Kyouhei's jaw, causing him to stumble back. The boy clenched his fist, ready to fight his way out if need be. Kyouhei snapped his neck around, blood trickling from his lip. "The buffalo bites back. Too bad the lion bites harder." he said, his fist connecting with the boy's. The boy hit the ground, and Kyouhei hoisted him up, holding him against a tree.
He looked at the boy's cross, and the doughnut powder on his face, chuckling. 'Seven sins there are, and seven sins there shall be. How about Gluttony for you, and Wrath for me?" he rhymed, eyes gleaming with hate. He removed a hand from the boy, and drove it onto his stomach. The boy screamed, blood exploding from his mouth. Kyouhei smiled, jerking his hand to each side, tearing his flesh more, opening him so much, blood splattered the ground. "Left, right, up, down. Which way is the right way to the baker? Does it truly matter, when it's time to meet your maker?" he giggled, tilting his head. Kyouhei grunted, pulling on intestines. The boy screamed bloody murder, blood coming from his mouth, tears from his eyes.
Kyouhei laughed as he pulled out more and more intestines, and yet, the boy refused to die. He took the organ, and began to warp it about his throat. "A sandwich, soup and stew. Which is the right to think about while I kill you?" he asked, tilting his head more. The boy couldn't breathe, his own intestine around his face and throat, killing him. Kyouhei stepped back from the body, hearing a satisfying splash as it hit the pool of blood on the ground. He saw he was coated in blood, but didn't care. He found the camera, picking it up and placing his face in front of it.
"Kyouhei Malkavi, Kyouhei Lionheart. If you curse my name, you're not very smart. Tweedle dum, tweedle dee, can any of you fools even kill me?" he said, laughing as he threw the camera. He headed back to the village, seeing Saria and Homika leaning against each other, saddened. Kyouhei sighed, looking to the small hut that housed Krom. Just what was going on in there?
Cheren Westborough needed out. He had become sick, his health deteriorating fast. He yelled to the guard, asking Simba's company. The guard, a Machoke Halfling, grunted, off to complete his task. When the guard returned with Simba, the Halfling sat down, blade at his hip. "What do you want?" he asked, frowning. Cheren looked up weakly, life fading. "I want out. I'm dying anyway. What harm could it do?" he asked. Simba narrowed his eyes. "And what makes you think I'll release you?" he asked. Cheren chuckled, although it was more like a cough. "I can give you information." he stated. Simba chuckled.
"What information can you give that I don't already have?" he asked. Cheren looked up; his dull eyes alight with his final hope. "I can give you information on Her death." he said. Simba drew his blade, pressing against Cheren's throat. "Be careful what you say Westborough. That's a very touchy subject in the world today, and could get you killed." he said. Cheren wheezed, coughing as the blade pressed into his flesh. "I can tell you who was behind it, and I'll go even further if you release me today." he said, and Simba hummed. "Very well. Weave me whatever tale you wish, I'm all ears." he said, withdrawing his blade.
"She had just dropped her daughter off at her grandmother's house. We were hired to finish her off, but we couldn't handle her Pokemon. They were not of this region, nor any other I've seen. We were told she still had a Minotauros, a Ground Fighting Pokemon that evolves from Tauros, or so we believe, as we've never done it ourselves." he said, coughing. Simba frowned. "We attacked, and she was weakened. Her signature Pokemon, a twelve foot tall black Charizard that is the son of Ash Ketchum's Charizard and father to your wingless one, was no where to be seen." he said.
"She let her Pokemon roam free as they pleased, and the dragon went too far. Minotauros crushed a large number of our forces alone, until our secret weapon showed up." he said. Simba growled. Cheren coughed, breathing heavily. "That Pokemon, that Minotauros, manage to hold his own against a Mewtwo. She had sustained injury, and a lot of injury. If the Minotauros could have been a decoy while the Charizard saved her, she might still be alive today, and I'd just be a gym leader." he said, chuckling, Simba growled. "A Mewtwo. Where'd it come from?" he asked. Cheren sighed.
"The Mewtwo was an inside job, made by Gary Oak, as you already suspected. The Charizard arrived and thrashed the Mewtwo, but couldn't finish him. So, before the Mewtwo could get the upper hand, or even transform somehow, Minotauros took a cracked horn, and tore it from his head, then planted it firmly into the cat's back, and they finished it." he said. "By time they had reached a hospital, it was too late. She died from her injuries, and they felt guilty. The Charizard disappeared, and the Minotauros was hunted by my father. You know what happened with that," he said. Simba frowned.
"Why betray Gary, since he helped your father so many times?" he asked. Cheren chuckled. "Do you trust Gary when you sit at that table? Do you think anyone does? He's always been egotistical, but even I knew this was too much." he stated. Simba frowned. "Very well." he said. Cheren chuckled. "If you release me now, I'll take you to the Mewtwo's body, which still has the horn in it's back." he said, and Simba nodded. He swung his blade, cutting Cheren's chains. "Lead the way Cheren." he said, his hostility dying down.
As Cheren led the way to the body, Simba twirled his fingers about, casting a spell. He chuckled, watching Cheren nearly collapse on the journey. He sighed, healing Cheren enough to keep him going, and grunted. They had arrived in Undella Town, then headed north. He stopped in a forest. "This is where the cat was buried. I just want you to know, Marlon was privy to the battle. He could have intervened at any time." he said, eyes sparkling with hate for the former Humilau leader. Simba nodded. He swayed his hands, moving the soil about. As Cheren said, there was a Mewtwo skeleton, with a horn in it's back. He pulled the horn from the skeleton, paying respects to the fallen warrior. He covered the grave back over, using Rock Slide to summon a blank tombstone.
"Why are you paying respect to the Mewtwo?" Cheren asked. "Each Pokemon has rights. That Mewtwo did not ask to be made, nor did it ask to die. Every Mewtwo is similar, and just wants to be a cat." he said, eyes hazed over with pity. He turned to Cheren. "You may go free and do as you please, but you should take a look at your neck." he said, summoning a hand mirror from a nearby thrift shop. On Cheren's neck were ancient runes, and Cheren furrowed his brow. "This spell will sever your head if you try to betray my trust in any way. So, if you interact with that church in any way… of with your head." he said, shrugging as he waved to Cheren, heading home.
Simba sat down slowly at the next meeting, eyes gleaming with foul emotion. They replayed the video of the destruction of route fourteen, and Simba growled low in his throat. Little did the people at the table know, today wasn't going to be a good day for them. The battle with the Mewtwo played, and then Arceus struck Krom. The members of the table that bore crosses, and even some that didn't, cheered. Simba trembled with anger, but remained composed. Chants rung out, and then the doors exploded from their hinges. Saria and Homika walked in, and they were not happy.
Simba rose from his seat, gesturing for Saria to sit down. She thanked him, sitting down. Marlon, who now had his tan back, frowned. Before he could open his mouth, a black ringed chain, similar in appearance to Dark Pulse, shot fro the doorway, wrapping around Marlon's neck. It tugged, and the leader gasped for breath. Rafiki walked into the room, shadows covering his angered face. Simba laughed. "Allow me, Lady Saria." he said, bowing respectfully. Saria nodded.
Simba walked about the room. "You know, whoever was behind that attack will pay. And I know exactly who is. You'll pay, mark my words. I'll you all in on a few secrets. First, it does not matter if Krom Hitoawa survives. If he doesn't, I gather my armies, and Lady Saria will destroy every one of you who oppose her. And, with me behind her, you will stand no chance. General Lionheart. Has a nice ring to it." he said, musing on the possibility. He stomped Marlon, who was choking on the ground. "Number two, even if Krom dies, the Hitoawa clan isn't finished. Krom had the instinct to procure an heir before he was attacked." he said, and nearly everyone in the room froze.
Simba laughed. "If Krom doesn't live, and Saria gives birth, their child will grow to embody his father, and his father before him." he said. He chuckled. "And since Saria has access to all of Krom's Pokemon, and mine, no leader will stand in our way, isn't that right?" he said, turning to the doorway, where Warriorf stood clenching his hammer. He stalked into the room, eyes locked on Gary Oak. He stood behind Saria. Homika growled, teeth sharper than normal. She stalked across the room, hoisting Marlon into the air. Marlon was shocked at her strength, but hen he saw two icicle horns atop her head. She pulled him down to her, sinking her teeth into his throat with Ice Fang. He screamed in pain, flailing to free himself.
Homika threw him, the wound frozen over. She growled, and Saria frowned. "Move Homika-kun." she said, standing and walking over to Marlon. She stood over him, using Psychic to hoist him into the air, and slam him against a wall. She opened her hands, and a black speck appeared. Marlon assumed this was Shadow Ball, but hen the speck turned into a hole. Marlon froze. He was dragged in closer, turning to run from the black hole that sucked in the corner of the room. He ran, screaming for help, but none came. He slipped, his face slamming into the ground before the hole of no light sucked him in.
Saria closed the hole. "I will do that to every one of you, and then some. If need be, I'll do it to entire regions. And just to deter you a little more… Birisu!" she called, the green Mewtwo appearing in his other form, sometimes referred to as the Awakened form. "Me Lady." he said, bowing. His accent caused Saria to chuckle. "How is your work coming?" she asked. He bowed. "Fine Me Lady. Him should be back fi normal soon." he said. Saria smiled and nodded. "Thank you Birisu." she said. The Mewtwo bowed and left. Simba smiled. "You should go home and rest. Opening black holes isn't good for the baby." he said. She smiled before heading out, Homika following. Simba sat.
"And even if Krom wee to die, I could produce enough clones of him and or descendants to crush Arceus and the church anyway. Remember, my father worked with genetics." he said. He tilted his head. "Although, he ever could disobey orders." he mused. He looked about the room slowly, noticing the smile on Gary's face. "Gary, I was wondering if you could help me with something." he said. Gary furrowed his brow, but still nodded. "I found this piece of a Pokemon, and couldn't for the life of me identify it. I was wondering, since you are a scientist, if you could." he said, and Gary frowned slightly, but still nodded.
Simba smiled darkly. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the horn, but hid it under the table. He laughed. "It's all over. A tree can only e clawed at so much before it falls." he said, and Gary frowned. Simba raised his hand, and slammed the horn onto the table, and the color drained from his face. The room froze, as most of the leaders knew what that horn belonged to. And who that Pokemon belonged to.