Krom took a deep breath, sitting in his mind, which slowly formed into the Hitoawa compound as his memories came in. They were his by right, heirlooms of sorts. A new memory came in. He was Thorrolf Hitoawa, a Victorian era member of the clan. He jumped from a roof, landing in a small Kanto town. Rapidash drawn carriages wheeled through the town, a calm, serene feel about things. He walked into a building, sighing as the door closed. Thorrolf was a peaceful man, and a poet. He had just finished avoiding the forces of Arceus for the day, locking up his home. He sat down, pulling a quill pen from a small jar of ink, smiling down at a piece of parchment.
The memory faded, and then another appeared. A young woman was smiling, and partying with a group of friends in a more modern setting. Krom recognized the woman as his mother. And the memory told him the others were Raven Malkavi, Kyouhei's mother, and Ren Moyasu, Shira's father. She enjoyed their company, but he couldn't figure out why they were celebrating. Krom searched the memory, and found they were celebrating Shira's birth. Krom chuckled as the memory faded, a lightning bolt striking him.
Homika sat on a bench, surveying the village. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful for Halflings. Simba sat next to her, chuckling. "Scary, isn't it? While we are here, enjoying almost nerve racking peace, Sinnoh has just killed a Halfling, cooked, raped, beaten, bought or sold a Halfling. And that's not all. Peace comes at a price, and sometimes, the price is too high." Simba said. Homika turned to him. "What have you sacrificed for this village?" she asked. Simba laughed.
"I've sweat for the village. Bled for it. Nearly died for it. I've become this village, and wouldn't have it another way. Would you?" he asked. Homika shrugged. Simba chuckled. "You really love him that much, don't you?" he asked. Homika spun to face him. "You would respond with a vulgar comment, but now you just shrug. Krom Hitoawa has to be the most important person in your life right now. You actually let him touch you back at the other meeting, which shocked me." he said.
Homika grunted. "Why?" she asked. Simba frowned, pulling his shirt to the side to reveal a scar over his left shoulder. "Because you tripped fifty years ago, and I tried to help you up. A fucking Shadow Claw was my payment. My instinct said to kill you, but I didn't. Because I felt sorry for you." he said. Homika frowned. Simba chuckled, standing. "I've stalled long enough. I read your mind, and I'll take the info I got and transfer it to the eagle or cat, and they'll take it to Krom." he said, and Homika froze.
Krom smiled as he walked through Homika's memories, Simba had been kind enough to get them for him, using Braviary as a middle man for the transfer of them. The feel was that of someone who is wary, and defensive. In fact, she only seemed to be fun loving when he was around. Braviary chuckled. "It appears this girl cares for you. I sense darkness in her mind now. Perhaps you could light the way through?" he asked, smirking. Krom breathed deep, summoning electricity to light the way around. It was dark, but his light showed visions of Homika lying asleep in bed, Krom dressing himself. Krom smiled, sighing. The eagle laughed. "You see? You must gather the final memories and awaken. If only for her. For your friends. For your wife." he said, laughing. Krom nodded.
The next meeting was going smooth, except for the appearance of Giovanni Mussolini, former head of Team Rocket. He was to replace Gary Oak, taking the title of Viridian leader. Simba had chosen him, and his Pokemon, an old Persian, sat smirking on his lap. Gardenia grunted. "I smell like a salad." she grunted. Simba had cast a spell to coat her clothing in salt, pepper, garlic, oregano, and parsley leaves. The seasonings had been for the color of her clothing, so Simba had said. The Luxray chuckled. "A very annoying salad." he said, and she growled.
"You're lucky this isn't Sinnoh or I'd skin you." she said. Simba chuckled, glaring at her. "I'd show you what my ancestors would do to people like you, but I'm a respectful person." he said, She glared, frowning. "Your nothing but an abomination." she growled out. Simba closed his eyes, humming as Iris exploded, irritated by the cross bearing leader. "Shut the fuck up! All of you! You're all shit! Where the fuck were you fuckers when my husband died!? When my daughter was murdered!? Nowhere to be fucking seen! Cilan, I traveled with you for so long, and yet you sold recipes to cross bearing chefs! Traitor! Lenora, where were you!? In your underground gym on your knees, you filthy whore! Burgh was a fag, and Elesa was a slut, so they deserved what happened to them. So did Skyla!" she boomed, not yet finished.
"Clay! You were in your underground gym, making business deals! But none of them helped me as my husbands empire crumbled to the ground! You're all shit! Each one of you! My husband and daughter are dead, and yet, you all couldn't give a half a fuck!" she boomed. Simba chuckled. "Lady Iris is right. I would have done everything I could have to help Ash Ketchum and his family. I lay my life on the line for people like Rex, so why not Ash?" he said shrugging. Iris growled, her tirade still incomplete. "You're all trash! My husband gave you eternal life, and you use it to watch the world of Ash crumble! He'd weep at the sight of you sitting here, turning your back on him! He called you all friends, but you did shit! SHIT! And every leader that has died, they deserved worse! All of you should end up like Gary Oak for what you didn't do!" she boomed.
"Ash Ketchum was a disgrace to the Pokemon world!" Volkner boomed. Roark chipped in. "Any trainer who does not worship the true god should die such a death." he said. Iris shot to her feet. Simba placed a hand on her shoulder, easing her back down. Simba tilted his head. "I'm going to show you where Kyouhei learned what he knows." he said, walking back to his seat. "Beat of mighty wing, child of a mighty king. Blacker than their hearts you are, but to find your friend, you come from far." he said. Nothing happened, and Gardenia scoffed. Just then, the wall behind her exploded.
Rose Ketchum's Charizard roared as he came through the wall, clenching Gardenia in his mighty talons. He opened is maw, closing it around her flesh and tearing it. Every one gaped at the sight of Gardenia's leg impaled on the dragon's tooth. Simba chuckled, summoning a bottle of barbecue sauce and tossing it to the dragon. The dragon bit the bottle open, pouring it on Gardenia's limp lower half. Blood coated the floor, and her organs dripped from her hips. The dragon threw the sauced leader into his mouth, grunting at the flavor. He shook his head, sticking his tongue out, which held Gardenia's shorts. Simba shrugged. "Sorry. Too salty?" he asked. The dragon nodded, walking behind Iris, who seemed to glow with anger.
"You'll all pay one day. I mean it." she said, growling. She looked the room over, disliking what she saw. She chuckled, shaking her head. "You know what? I'm taking my daughter's Charizard and giving him to Krom Hitoawa as a get well present." she said, storming from the room. Simba looked to the dragon. "It's time. He's with me." he said, and the dragon nodded. The duo were about to reunite, and Simba would witness it all.
Simba walked back to Pinwheel with the dragon, who had undergone unusual training. His body was more human like, instead of the lanky armed, potbellied dragon Charizard normally was. Black scales surrounded red flesh membranes on his wings. His flame was a darker color than normal, and his blood red eyes portrayed years of experience. Although, the most unusual thing that changed was his hands. The dragon had somehow managed to grow two more fingers on each hand, impressively close to human hands.
Simba walked into the village, noticing everything was serene. He looked about making sure he wasn't being followed. He walked home, heading into the backyard. His children were enjoying themselves, and growing quickly, as all Halflings do. He walked into a cave behind his home, and the only one in Pinwheel Forest. He opened his mouth, using Howl, releasing a baritone note that rumbled the cave. Simba heard footsteps from the back of the cave, and Rose Ketchum's Minotauros appeared.
Dark brown hairs coated it's head, and lighter hairs covered it's body. A horn was missing, and his hand was slightly swollen. Simba had herbal remedies, and they were working well. Although, the horn was missing. The minotaur wore a loin cloth made from Miltank hide. His soft eyes portrayed an ancient wisdom, and horrible guilt. Simba smiled up at the minotaur, then chuckled. "Bet it's been a long time since you've seen each other." he said. The dragon nodded, walking over to the minotaur. They locked eyes, and the dragon stuck his arm out. The minotaur grunted, placing his massive hand in the dragon's. They shook hands, leaning in to give each other a hug. Simba smiled. "I heard Iris say she's giving you to Krom. Better be prepared for a new name." he said, chuckling. The dragon smirked, walking from the cave with the minotaur.
Warriorf growled, slamming his hammer into the metal. He used Sing, singing songs of celebration, and of victory. He slammed his hammer into the metal again, watching it take shape. He heard Simba approach, and looked up. He saw the dragon, who piqued his interest, but the minotaur held his attention. Simba chuckled. "Hey Warriorf, how ya been? I know your busy, but I was wondering if you could do a little work on Minotauros here." he said, gesturing to the minotaur. The dwarf measured the horn of the Minotauros, and saw the missing one. He tilted his head, nodding before continuing on his work.
A mighty sword came down, cleaving the head from a man. The rider rode a gray flamed Rapidash, grunting as he cleaved a Machamp in two. The Rapidash used Megahorn, snapping the spine of an Aggron as it flew forward, where a Fire Blast finished it. The rider leapt from his steed, coming down one final time. He came up, parrying blades with a taller man, who wielded a katana. The man jumped back, his furred arm and white hair belying his heritage. "Obito, you traitor." the mighty warrior growled out, his razor sharp teeth gleaming in the night. The white haired man chuckled. "You still think I'm naught but a traitor. I'm merely an opportunist." he said, swinging his blade. The warrior came up, parrying his strike before shoving him back.
"After five hundred years, you join the horse? And you expect me to think that my dead kinsmen are just collateral damage? So you can grasp the opportunity to be famed? You already are." he said, growling. Obito chuckled. "All you care about is war. Once we are famed, there will be no war. The Moyasu will finally leave your shadow." he growled out, swinging down. The warrior swung to the side, his mighty blade cleaving the katana in two. "Katana are not meant for battle. You should know that." he growled out. Obito chuckled. "I could care not. I can still defeat you." he stated.
The warrior slammed his blade into the dirt, growling as he walked around it. The warriors walked around the field, which was cleared in anticipation for their showdown. The white haired man surged forward, his nails glowing blue. The warrior leaned to the side, nails glowing before slicing the man's armor. He grunted, flying back. Obito swung his leg, cloaked in flame. The warrior growled, grasping it and throwing him across the field. He spun in air, seemingly floating to the ground. The warrior became angered, surging forward.
He drew his blade from the dirt, slicing into the Moyasu's armor. The man flew back, blood spraying from his lips. The warrior jabbed the armor, knocking the Moyasu further into the ground he laid on. The Moyasu grunted. "Courageous. You'll kill your friend in return for the ability to fight to the last breath you breathe." he said. The warrior shook his head. "True courage comes not from knowing when to take a life, but from when to spare one." he said, sheathing his blade and turning away. The memory faded, and Krom looked at the eagle. "Now you see. You must embrace your heritage, and remember what they taught their children." he said.
Krom's mind had become a lush paradise, and Krom was atop the largest tree with the eagle. "My ancestors were Viking and Samurai. Fight without mercy, but with honor. Wouldn't that be a slogan of sorts?" he asked, and the eagle nodded. "You have embraced your heritage enough for it to show." he said, smiling. Krom had claws, and his skin was slightly darker. He was taller, now nearly six feet tall. He was still built the same, albeit leaner, like his father. The eagle smiled. "I, Blutvinna Bludgeonclaw of the company of Yveltal the Rune Vulture am here to serve. It is time to put me to use." the eagle said. Out side of his mind, Krom's body remained still. A corpse in the chilly winter night. Not a noise was heard, not even a Pichu. And then, Krom Hitoawa's blood red eyes shot open.