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Of all the people to see that horn, Iris Ketchum was the most impacted. Simba leaned in closer to Gary, smiling and narrowing his eyes. "Do you want to confess to everything, or do you want me to tell everyone?" he asked. Gary breathed deep. He leaned back. "I have no clue what you're talking about." he said. Simba growled. "Very well then, allow me to tell the whole story." he said, hissing before sitting back down.
"All these years, you've lived in Ash Ketchum's shadow. And you hated it. You hated the fact he beat you so bad, you quit being a trainer. So, after he became who he was, you snapped. You made a deal with Pope Francis Westborough to get paid to kill Ash Ketchum Your Pokemon used Toxic, the attack spraying poison all over the place, like on his clothes. He died from the toxins, so you stole the outfit he died in, and paid of the medical examiner to have the toxicology report disappear." he said. Gary tensed slightly, but remained composed.
"Then, you watched his empire crumble as you laughed in his shadow. You watched the church come in, and turn Sinnoh into a living hell. And then, once you realized that the Ketchum line wasn't over, you went after the next one, his daughter." he said, speaking forbidden words. Gary shook slightly, and Simba chuckled. "Because of your greed and jealousy, Rose Ketchum no longer walks this earth." he said. Iris had forbid speaking her daughter's name or place of death aloud. But Simba still spoke.
"You were hired by the church to make a Mewtwo to kill her. But, her Pokemon were not what you'd expect. The Tauros Ash had given her evolved into a Minotauros. And then, the huge Charmander he gave her turned into a massive black Charizard. But you waited like a snake for it's pray. Once the dragon was gone, you sent the cat after her. Her Pokemon, minus the dragon and minotaur, died. She later died of wounds she sustained. The Charizard lives to this day, wandering the world filled with guilt. And the Minotauros? I know exactly where he is." Simba said, baring his fangs.
"But you forgot one thing. You forgot what people will do to survive. This horn came from the back of the Mewtwo, who lied in a makeshift grave north of Undella near the Giant Chasm. Cheren Westborough led me there, and I freed him in return. But, that wasn't enough, was it?" he asked. Gary frowned, wondering what the lion meant. "You were offered a job to kill Kurai, but you refused. Even you knew that she'd destroy you. The fact that you did surprised me. I figure you would, being the piece of shit you are." he said.
Gary shot to his feet, and Simba growled, his face becoming hairier. "It still wasn't enough for you. You saw in Krom what everyone saw in Ash. And so, you made the green Mewtwo, under my nose, but under my paw, which failed. You became angered, so when you heard he'd be alone, you built six Mewtwo, but didn't have enough DNA, so you used Mightyena. That is why the Mewtwo had more fur, and darker coloring. But even that failed. Arceus intervening was just an ego boost to you. And after all of this, it is the son of Mufasa Lionheart and the pope's son who defeat you." he said smiling.
Gary laughed. "That took a lot of thinking. I'm surprised a cat could think like that." he said. Simba tensed his muscles, then sat back down. "Your right. It did take a lot of thinking. More than it took you to decide to kill Rose Ketchum." he said. Iris jumped onto the table, stalking across. She kicked Gary in the face, knocking him to the ground, nose broken and bloodied. "Tell me the truth." she growled out, and Gary chuckled. "I didn't do shit." he said, groaning. Simba rose from the table, walking out of the room. Iris growled, jumping atop Gary. Her fist connected with his face, and he grunted. More fists struck, Gary's face slowly deforming. "TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Iris boomed, scaring the other leaders. Simba walked in, sitting back down, a briefcase on the table in front of him. Iris growled as she stood, picking up Gary's chair. He groaned, face black and blue, blood coming from cuts on his brow.
Iris opened the briefcase, unwinding a cord, which she plugged into the screens scattered about the room. Simba breathed deep, and Saria teleported in. "Hello Lady Saria." Simba said. Bowing his head. Saria chuckled. "You called?" she asked. Simba nodded, walking over to the briefcase and pulling out a trigger. "Squeeze this when I give the okay." he said. She blinked, but nodded. Iris chuckled, pulling a long needle from the briefcase. "I have only seen this machine once, when I was bringing Ash and the head scientist lunch. I'm sorry if this doesn't work. I'm not sorry for the extreme amount of pain you'll be in." she said, smiling as she plunged it into his temple. He screamed and Saria squeezed the trigger, hearing a chuckled from Simba. "Focus My Lady. Search or the horrible deeds he has done." Simba said. Saria hummed.
Images flashed onto the screens, and the ones they wanted were most clear. Pope Francis and Gary in a dark alley, plotting to kill Ash. Pope Francis and Gary in a dingy dive bar, plotting to kill Rose. Gary refusing the offer to kill Kurai. Gary creating countless Mewtwo's and laughing at his superiority to Giovanni. Gary groaned in pain, the needle having pierced his brain. Saria watched the images, clenching the trigger. Simba shot her a look that said not to try anything. He nodded to Saria, who stopped. Iris growled, tearing the needle out, and Gary called out in pain, blood leaking from his temple.
Simba smiled. Iris looked to Gary, frowning. "I have no clue what to do with you. You don't deserve a quick death, and no torture will suffice. Simba, do something with him." she said, and Simba bowed. "Yes Lady Iris." he said, smirking. He snapped his fingers, and the door opened, and Kyouhei walked in, angered. Everyone was wary of the Malkavi, as the clan was dangerous when angered. Kyouhei grunted, slamming Gary into a wall. He looked to Simba, who smiled. "Loop him. Make sure he stays stuck until he realized what he has done, and what he could never do." he told Kyouhei, who smiled as he nodded. He looked at Gary, and took a deep breath. His eyes began to glow, and Simba chuckled.
"Ha ha ha ha, te he he he. I won't kill you, you can't kill me. You made an empire fall, every single wall. A survivor in the rubble makes your façade crumble. You wonder what you did wrong, remembered what you did right. And it haunts you every single night. Think of it now, think of it then. That no matter what you do, you can never win. For now matter how deep the roots or plenty the leaves, the tree can't take it when the hammer cleaves." he rhymed, and Gary's face went blank, and he went limp. Simba chuckled, snapping his fingers, teleporting Gary Oak away.
Warriorf grumbled, walking through the forest. He sat beneath a massive tree, larger than any other in the forest. He breathed deep, looking up the tree. He stood, turning to face the tree. He bowed his head in respect to he mighty tree, which appeared to be an Ash Tree. He chuckled, placing his hammer down. "My friend has fallen, possibly never to return. Oh mighty Ash, what is a dwarf to do?" he asked the tree, which billowed in the early winter breeze. It would snow soon, and the mighty tree would be coated in a white blanket of snow. He placed his hand on the tree, using Heal Pulse on it. The roots spread further, and the tree rose slightly.
He heard a mighty cry, and a Braviary shot down, landing next to the dwarf. The eagle had scars all about his feathers, and even scars over his eyes. His eyes were hazed over, portraying wisdom and blindness. The dwarf looked at the eagle, who tilted it's head. "You are a Warriorf." he said. Warriorf nodded. "How do you know my species? Are I not the only one left?" he asked. The bird nodded. "I am old, blessed with long life by a good friend of mine. I was one Masamune Date's Braviary, until he fell in a raid of his kingdom of Avia." he stated. The dwarf grunted. "That matters little to me. Why are you here?" he asked.
The eagle chuckled. "I am here to see you who summoned me. I serve the tree, and the tree wishes for me to serve your trainer now. Because you are a Warriorf, I assume your trainer is a Hitoawa." he said, nodding. Warriorf sighed. "My trainer is in bad shape. He could die any minute, or awaken. I know not." Warriorf said, picking up his hammer. The eagle tilted his head. "Take me to your trainer then. Allow me to see a Hitoawa after so long." he said. Warriorf grunted, but complied.
When the Braviary saw the Mewtwo with his hand on the boy's head, inside his mind, he nodded. "I shall serve him once he awakens." he said. Warriorf turned to the eagle. "How are you so sure he will?" the dwarf asked. The eagle chuckled, using his scarred wing to gesture to Krom's hands, where a piece of paper and pencil were held. "He already has." the eagle said. The dwarf walked over, seeing the drawing in his hand. It was of form fitting armor, black diamond with gold inside the diamond, to conduct electricity. The hands held claws, and the elbows had there own blades. The armor looked like Zekrom, and was nearly the same as Crossburner's armor.
The weapon was different. A naginata of sorts. The staff was made of gold, and the pommel held a small Pokeball to balance out the weight of the weapon. On the other end, a Zekrom head with an open mouth was inset, a huge blade coming from the maw. The blade was around a foot long, broad and thicker than a broadsword. It was slightly curved, similar to a naginata, but a more sword like approach. Warriorf called upon the Stealth Rangers, telling them to find the materials needed for this armor. There had to be a reason he drew it, so the dwarf decided the reason was for him to forge it.
Inside Krom's mind, he ran about a wasteland, where nothing was. Lightning bolts struck every where, and he had to jump to avoid them. When he as struck, a memory of another person flooded into his vision. Ranging from formal ceremony to brutal war, the memories belonged to other members of his clan. He saw the ancestor of the whole clan, Thorgil the Fast in battle, his speed beyond an Accelgor Halfling. His brother, Thorkell the tall, was tall enough t look Rex in the eye, no easy feat. And the other half of the family were also powerful warriors.
Mitsuhide Akechi wielded a Lapras and Articuno in battle, their ice techniques bone chilling. Even the beautiful woman known as Hinata Akechi, who became Hinata Hitoawa, was a brutal warrior, using her Zekrom DNA with frightening precision. Krom jumped from another lightning bolt, the memories too much to handle. He barely dodged a second, then he heard a voice in the wasteland.
"Hitoawa. Never though I'd see one again." it said, and a Braviary appeared. The bird ruffled his feathers. "Never was fond of psychic powers. Don't even know why I have them." the bird mused. Krom frowned. The green Mewtwo appeared next to the bird, glaring at him. "Wah are you doing ere?" he asked, his transformation giving him an unusual accent. The bird grumbled. "You were taking too long kitten. He needs to awaken sooner than later." he said. He turned to Krom.
"You need to summon the storm to you. If you wish to awaken, you must accept those memories." he said. Krom frowned. "Why? They don't belong to me." he said. The Braviary stuck a wing out, and a lightning bolt hit his wing. He flung the bolt at Krom, who couldn't dodge. The scene changed, and they stood in a hospital room. A baby was in it's mothers arms, wrapped in a blue blanket. The mother smiled at the baby, and looked up. A huge man with jet black hair smiled at her, his crimson eyes hazed over with fatherly pride.
"What should his name be?" the woman asked. The man smiled at the child. "Krom. After Thorkrom Hitoawa." he said. The woman smiled, looking at her child. The memory faded, and Krom stared into the distance, shocked. The Braviary looked at Krom. "Now do you see? You're running from the storm, when it can give you vital knowledge." the eagle stated. Krom sighed. "Who were those two? Were they my parents?" he asked. The eagle nodded. "Yes. Your mother was the only Hitoawa alive, and a heavily hunted one at that. She hid you in Nuvema, entrusting you to Cedric Juniper. Perhaps, if you were raised without the knowledge of the clan, you'd be able to live a normal life. Unfortunately, your mother was mistaken. From the second you took on the church in Accumula." the eagle said.
Krom blinked. "My mother? What about my father?" he asked. The Mewtwo spoke top the bird, and nodded. The cat disappeared, and the bird frowned. "Your father wasn't allowed to be in your life. It's against the rules his people follow." the eagle stated. Krom tilted his head. "Is he alive?" he asked. The eagle nodded. "He's immortal." the eagle stated. Krom tilted his head. "How?" he asked. The eagle turned to him. "He was born immortal." the eagle stated. Krom grunted. "Okay so I'm Krom Hitoawa, son of a nameless immortal?" he asked.
The eagle shook his head. "No. You are Krom Hitoawa, son of Zekrom of the Ideals, god of strength and lightning, free will and rebellion." he stated.