Time for another long awaited chapter of HTHHH! Hope you like it, as i've had A LOT of personal business to attend to, which I will not elaborate on publicly. Hopefully, this chapter takes any sense of anticipation you may have and replaces it with excitement. Thanks for the continued view, support, reviews (Or Lack Thereof) and patience, JIRO "The Father Of Halflings' Uchiha
Simba snarled as the ninjatic humans charged the village, armed with various weapons, ranging from small knives to large spears, all wielded with expertise, by humans with a bloodlust in their eyes. The village's forces exploded forward, responding to commands from the military commander and his mate. Simba ducked under a sword, smirking as he came up with his claws, raking them across the man's flesh, blood erupting across the field and cloaking Simba's left side. Shaking his growing fur, Simba swung his leg, snapping the spear and chest of a Plasma member, who flew back, crashing into the wall of a house and crumbling like wet paper in the rubble. Simba twitched, his form slowly morphing as he slammed his hand through the chest of another Plasma member, looking across the field. The village had a slight upperhand, the three gods wiping away swaths of humans and Pokemon with ease, both taking their human forms before continuing on their assault. Simba spun around another Plasma member, catching them by the throat and holding the Plasma member back as he chuckled. "Where are your leaders, and what are they planning? They know that they can't defeat us by themselves, regardless of how many they number." he said, and the Plasma grunt growled, trying to break free. "I'll never tell you anything." he said, and Simba sighed. "That's alright. I'll just pull the information from your memories." he said, using one of his claws and piercing the grunt's skull, closing his eyes and inhaling as the images of Ghestis and N standing in front of a large test tube, the younger male in shock of the energy that filled the tube. The memories faded, and Simba snarled. "Creating a weapon of some sort Plasma? It won't work." he said, and slammed the claw deeper into the grunt, piercing his entire skull, killing him, then discarding the body with ease. Simba snarled, off to find out just what Plasma had in store for the village.
Simba stalked closer and closer to the center of the Plasma horde, and ran into Vraakas, who dismissed a Plasma Grunt with a bone crushing backhand. He turned to Simba. "What is it?" he asked, spinning and snarling at a grunt, causing her to back off slowly, then flee. Simba sighed. "I need you to promise me something." Simba said, turning and snarling as he grabbed another faceless, nameless Plasma grunt by the temples and snapped his neck. "I need you to promise me that if anything happens to me, in any way, that you retreat with the whole village behind a barrier, and have Jackie Mega Evolve and finish everyone off." he stated, and Vraakas hesitated. "You actually think that you might not make it?" he asked, surprised. Simba shook his head. "They know they can't beat us, especially with Xerneas and Yveltal easily detectable, along with the energy radiating from my pokemon, Krom's Pokemon, Kyouhei and his Pokemon and Saria and her Pokemon, and not to mention Zekrom himself. They have something else up their sleeve, which is why I'm going in further to find out what it is. I want you all to stay back slightly, and make sure no one follows me. And if I don't make it, take care of the village. Promise me." he said, and Vraakas frowned. "This is nonsense. You-" he started but was cut off. "Enough. I freed you from that dungeon because we knew that we'd be meeting Krom sooner or later. It was just sooner than we thought. You are my friend, my ally, and I consider you a brother. So please, as my brother both in arms, and in spirit, promise me to take my place if I don't make it." he said, and Vraakas sighed. "Very well." he stated, and Simba smiled, waving to Vraakas as he dug in deeper and deeper into the horde of Plasma Grunts.
Sher-khan cast a glance back at Sanatika, who had to retreat due to an injured arm. He was angered at the injury, and it began to show. Stripes of hair erupted across his arms and legs, and the patches of hair framed his slightly extending face, his canines much longer, and fingernails sharpened into claws. He was still shorter than most of his opposition, but a swing of claws rectified that fact. He roared, a sound more bestial than humanoid. The grunts stopped and took a few steps back, looking to each other before nodding amongst each other and charging forward. Using speed and transparency granted to him by his Sableye heritage, he attacked the group with Quick Attack and Shadow Sneak, transporting behind them and ramming a hand through the chest of one, ripping it out and spinning to slash the thyroid artery of a second, leaping up into the air to cleave the face of a third, finishing off the final one with a simple swing of claw, that snapped his neck. Landing in front of his sister, they watched four bodies fall, blood pouring from wounds. His face went from bestial rage to concern instantly, turning to his sister. "Are you alright?" he asked, and she nodded. His attention turned to her arm, which he began to heal as fast as he could with his energy. The wound was jagged, from a splintered spear shaft, the grunt she was fighting used at the last moment. Sher-Khan hadn't seen the grunt since the attack, looking about the field, spotting the grunt's arm hanging from a tree, his leg laying in a pool of blood nearby. Sher-Khan looked to his sister again, smiling. She gasped. "Look out!" she called, Sher-Khan whirling around to see a grunt shoving a spear in their direction. He caught the spearhead in his hand, the blade causing his hand to bleed. He stood up straight, snapping the head of the spear from the shaft, and casting it aside, spreading his claws and baring his fangs, leapt at the grunt, a soundless scream caught in his throat.
Krom saw the Kanto Mainland in the distance, and sighed when he turned to his companions, who were sleeping. Orzhov, the young Sneasel Halfling, slept with his Chespin on his chest, the Rodent's repaired black and green shell pressed against him. Homika, Krom's second wife, laid sleeping, her Froslass heritage making her comfortable with the frozen transportation. Krom himself couldn't sleep, as, being a Dragon Halfling, he wasn't fond of sleeping on the Iceberg Pokemon. He looked at the land mass, unable to make out many, if any details of the mainland, knowing only that the town where they land was Ash Ketchum's hometown, and the town where he died. Krom wanted to see the town, picturing glorious memorials that would connect him to the legacy of Ash Ketchum. Buildings he spent his life around, and a glorious memorial to Ash himself, and his Pikachu. The mainland came into view better now, and Krom swore he saw stone scattered about the town. He tapped Berglemir, telling the Pokemon to move as fast as he could. The iceberg shoved his legs forward, his impressive physical prowess propelling him forward. Krom grew angry at the possibility that the town wasn't a glorious tribute to the greatest trainer to have ever lived, and the sky began to darken slightly, dark clouds slowly forming in a swirling pattern, Krom at the center as the first cackle of thunder was heard, stirring the two Ice Halflings from their slumber, causing them to panic slightly, seeing lightning and thunder in the sky above, rain beginning to pour down. Homika grunted, the loud storm muffling her speech. "Krom, calm the fuck down!" She screamed, but Krom didn't listen, or he didn't hear her. He blinked, and a dark, toothy grin came across his face. Using sheer will and power, Krom cast the storm out into the distance, into the far east, where Sinnoh was. Homika blinked, but wondered what the purpose of that move was.
Meanwhile, in Sunnyshore, Volkner, yet again, coddled and held his wife, the brand on the back of her neck causing her to break down every single morning and night. Volkner swore that he'd have his revenge one day, and looked to the clear sunny skies, praying to Arceus to send him a sign that he was still in the god's favor. The sky darkened, as a mighty thunderstorm moved at incredible speeds towards the city. Volkner smiled, realizing that the storm told him to overload Krom with electricity, and, as an electric gym leader, he could do that with ease. Dawn turned to the open window, and screamed, tears pouring from her eyes as she pointed at the storm frantically. It was only then that Volkner realized that the storm was targeting the city, and there was nothing he could do about it. His mind raced as the storm settled above the city, raining down lightning bolts as people tried to flee, only for a lightning bolt to hit them. Volkner was mortified as his cityfolk were burned, charred, or even vaporized by the electricity, and he was helpless to watch the spectacle, running over and hugging his wife, crucifix in hand, as the lightning demigod rained down his wrath upon them, the lighthouse Volkner was in slowly crumbling to the ground, only his faith keeping him safe as he slowly fell to the ground, wife in his arms, praying that their end was quick and painless. They hit the ground with a crunch, the momentum snapping Dawn's neck as she bounced from Volkner's grip, her lifeless body laying on the ground, dead eyes staring at him, as if to question why he didn't do more. Volkner's legs were injured, but he tried to crawl over to his wife, reaching for her hand, if only to comfort himself as he felt tears run down his face, his fingers grazing his wife's before a lightning bolt struck him, the pain blinding as he faded from consciousness, his life losing it's purpose.
Krom snarled, angered at the sight of the town. Buildings were smashed, memorials of any type removed, and replaced with stone crosses. Krom's hands quivered, fists clenched, teeth grit. He walked over to the largest rubble, a statue of Ash himself, the head removed, and closed his eyes, calmly placing his hand out to touch it, and sighing when he opened his eyes, looking at the second statue, of his Pikachu, also headless, and snarled, shooting two Shadow Balls from his hands and destroying the unrepairable statues. "Homika, Orzhov, stay here until Warriorf and the crew arrive, and I return. Tell them this will be a secondary base, and that I will find a third location if need be." he said, turning and stomping off in the direction of route 1. Homika growled. "And just where the fuck do you think you are going?" she asked, folding her arms. Krom turned to her slightly. "To the one person who might know something about what happened here." he said, and continued walking. His emotions were scattered all about, ranging from a sad disappointment at how the world treated its one true prophet, a man who was against nothing but the mistreating of your peers, whether they be human, Pokemon, or Halfling. A man who spliced DNA to try and cure disease, a man who taught young children the things he was taught, and learned from his adventures. And the sadness stretched to pity for Iris, who had to watch the empire of the man she loved, and who loved her back, fall to the ground, not that long after losing her own daughter. Krom was surprised that Iris didn't go on a killing spree, because Krom knew he wouldn't have let that happen to his family, he would have killed everyone without a second thought. Sighing, he emerged from the forest like Route to find Viridian City, where his target was. Stalking over to the gym, Krom opened the door, seeing nothing but a large dirt battlefield. Sighing, Krom looked up to the high pedestal that was across from him, seeing the graying Persian laying there, arm draped over the side, purring. "You know why I'm here." he said to the feline, who purred as it nodded, standing and leading Krom over the pedestal, and through a doorway to another room, where the cat leaped up onto Giovanni's lap, the mafioso leader looking at Krom from the brim of his fedora.
Giovanni pulled the hat off, setting it on the table as he gestured for Krom to have a seat. The Zekrom Halfling sat down cautiously, his eyes never leaving Giovanni's. "I knew that you'd come." he said, and Krom rose a brow. "Oh? And why is that?" he asked, and Giovanni chuckled. "Because you wanted to question me about the Pallet Ruins." he stated, and Krom nodded. "I want you to tell me what happened." he said, and Giovanni nodded. "Very Well." he stated, petting the Persian to relax both him and the feline. "After the Death of Ash Ketchum, his empire fell to the ground within weeks. And, with all of properties either seized by the cross supporting government, or bought by Iris and transported, that left Pallet, and all of Ash's memorials, and even his body, and his Pikachu's body, in Kanto, unguarded." Giovanni said, his free hand clenching on the arm of his chair. Krom was taken aback. "They took their bodies?" he asked, and Giovanni nodded. "They destroyed Pallet with everything they had, and claimed the bodies for their own. Some say that the bodies were burned, other say that the bodies are violated and desecrated, but I know the truth. You see, I was in the Church itself one day, and saw the bodies immortalized in glass chambers, both Ash and his Pikachu wearing shinning white robes. They looked so serene, and helpless." he said, gritting his teeth, which, Krom noticed, were slightly sharper than normal. Krom's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered the wording Giovanni used. "You said that they were serene and helpless, as if there was nothing that could be done. Couldn't the lands have been bought by someone else?" he asked, and Giovanni chuckled darkly.
"No. You see, the lands were purchased so quickly by the Church, that not even offered what would multiply their profit ten times fold, not counting them making their money back, they refused, knowing that the most important things, their bodies, were left in the chaos. If only I had the power to help." he said, the arm of his chair now straining and creaking under the pressure of his arm. Krom frowned. "You are the former leader of Team Rocket. Two of your top members were chasing him his entire journey, across region after region after region. Why do you care so much?" he asked, sounding a bit more venomous then he'd like. Giovanni sighed, the cat purring at Giovanni. "Those two weren't chasing him. You see, I knew that all they would do would be a thorn in his side, region after region. Their main job was to follow him, so that I might know what he was doing." he said, and Krom nodded. "Very well then. I see that there was literally nothing that you could have done, and that you are not at fault. I apologize for falsely accusing you, especially since you are an ally of mine." he said, standing and sticking his hand out. Giovanni leaned forward and shook Krom's hand, the two sharing an air of mutual respect for one another. Krom turned, walking to the doorway, but stopped. "She's Beautiful. What's her name?" he asked, referring to the aging Persian on Giovanni's lap. "Her name is Delia. After the only woman I've ever loved, and the only one who loved me back." he said, and Krom smiled, nodding and leaving the room, and then the gym. He walked Route one, remembering how Giovanni was truthfully enraged by the situations surrounding Ash's death, and how Team Rocket wasn't truly designed to defeat him, but watch him. Seemed too caring for a random man. Then, something dawned on him. The Persian, and it's name. Delia, as in Delia Ketchum, Ash Ketchum's mother. Krom glanced back at the gym, wondering if he just shook hands with the father of Ash Ketchum.
Warriorf wooped as he swung his fist, cracking the skull of another Plasma Grunt. "Ooh, that had to hurt." he said, laughing heartily, slapping another Grunt away, hearing the crunch of their skull against the ground. The dwarf pulled a barrel of mead from behind a hut, taking a long, hearty sip of the drink before throwing the barrel at a grunt, who was struck by the barrel and knocked back. Warriorf yawned, noticing the absolute destruction being unleashed. Xerneas was in his human form, launching arrows from a magickal bow, while his wife Yveltal was swinging a broadsword, their enemies obviously outclassed. Warriorf chuckled, wondering why the village was being attacked. They knew that they stood no chance. Warriorf backhanded a grunt, hearing him crash into a pile of empty fruit baskets, sighing as he ducked a spear, shooting up and unleashing a huge, spinning uppercut, tearing the body in half, and sighing as the body hit a vegetable vendor's cart, the Lopunny Halfling screaming 'My CABBAGES!', causing Warriorf to chuckle. He felt a blunt object hit him in the back of the head, freezing and turning to a grunt who held a broken piece of branch, ready to fight the dwarf with the object. "Be careful what you do. That makes me angry, and you won't like me when I'm angry, bub." he said, and the grunt screamed, lifting the branch above his head. The dwarf frowned. "You stupid Motherfucker." he said, slamming his palm into the man's chest, flinging him into a nearby tree. The dwarf took a piece of broken wood nearby, and, carving with precision, carved 'here lies a stupid motherfucker' into the tree above the grunt's body.
Humming, he continued through the forces with relative ease, noting that most of the forces diverted their attention to him. Surrounding by a few hundred soldiers, Warriorf laughed. "Come one, come at me! I dare ya!" he screamed, and they all seemed weary of the screaming dwarf. Hunching down, the dwarf spread his arms, laughing at the men. "Come on, let's do this!' he screamed, and two grunts charged the dwarf, causing him to laugh. Tripping both men, he caught their heads in the large crevice between his bi and triceps, laughing. "I'm just too... damn..." and with a long, quivering scream of 'STROOOONG", the dwarf flexed his muscles, the sheer force of his flexing, causing the grunt's heads to explode, his scream sending out a shockwave that tore clothes and skin from their bodies, making the bodies fall to the ground. He huffed afterwards, turning and heading to his gather with a large force and head towards the center of the battle field, being forced to stop short as Simba's therian body crashed into the ground in front of them, the lion rebounding to his feet and roaring as the figure of Kyurem, horribly mixed and fused with Reshiram, came into view. Simba turned to Vraakas. "Do it now!" he screamed, and Vraakas, bolstered by the three gods, formed a barrier around everything except Simba and Jacky, much to the dwarf's chagrin. "LET ME OUT!" he screamed, but the three gods shook their heads. "No Warriorf. You must rest. Simba can take care of all of this." Zekrom said, and the dwarf gave the god the finger, then stomped off to a tree that was protected and sat down.
The beast's power was impressive, forcing Simba to shift fully, and forcing Jacky to use all of his power and speed. The two worked in sync, but were, unfortunately, unable to defeat the foul beast, which was forged from two gods. The beast screeched, powering up one huge Fusion Flare and aiming at the village. Simba looked to Jacky, smiling fondly, before cloaking himself in a silver aura and leaping straight at the blast. The blast struck him, and erupted around him and the creature, blinding everything around them. Ghestis and N gasped, and, under Ghestis' command, the two fled from view. When the light vanished, the hearts of Pinwheel village froze, and drooped into their stomachs, because neither Simba nor the beast were visible, both eradicated by the blast. A horde of thousands more churchgoers and plasma members charged the village, their spirit broken by their leader's demise. Jacky shook, and erupted with power as his Mega Evolution took place. Flame erupted from his entire body, from his hair, to his hands and feet. An arm of pure flame formed, giving the Blaziken the dexterity he lacked. Roaring and erupting, thousands were vaporized by the sheer heat the Blaziken released. The three gods, and the demigod, strained to not be defeated by the heat, which was strong enough to exhaust three and a half gods. Jacky swung his arm, the entire horizon in his direction being leveled as his power destroyed everything with sinister ease. Ghestis and N had vanished, but they still felt the heat, and the power, as Jacky unleashed a final roar of sadness, anger, and power.
The village seemed broken. Bishop was injured, an arm and leg broken, but nothing unrepairable. He screamed for the village's attention. "I know that what we just witnessed may be too much for some of you, but please try to remain calm as we clean the village from this destruction. Please. For everyone's sake." he said, and everyone nodding, off to help repair the village. However, Kyouhei was too broken from the spectacle. He fell back into a tree, unable to comprehend the gravity of what just happened. The village was shook to it's core, and, Zekrom and his fellow deities wondered if it would ever recover. "Do you think that the Allfather will allow us to bring him back?" Yveltal asked, and Zekrom shook his head. "What the Allfather wants, he shall have. We can not influence that." he said, and she nodded. Xerneas sighed. "All we can do is hope that Ghestis and N get what they deserve." he said, and the other two gods nodded.
Homika and Krom froze, both unnerved by their feelings. Orzhov was oblivious." What is it?" he asked, and Homika shook her head. "This can't be." she said, and Orzhov turned to Krom. "Simba's energy is gone. I can't feel it." he said, and Orzhov froze, knowing what that meant. Krom cursed. "I leave the village for one day, and Simba goes and dies on me! Damnit!" he screamed, trying to comfort Homika, who lost possibly her greatest friend.
Ghestis and N fled, the elder Harmonia laughing joyously. "Did you see how broken that village was? I did it! I killed Simba Lionheart! They said it couldn't be done, but I did it!" he laughed, and N frowned. "Why did you do it? Those were people whose lives you threw away, all for some fantasy that you could have realized without people dying." he said, and Ghestis laughed. "So Naive, aren't you Natural? You see, I needed to wear the village down before I broke them. And now, my men are likely destroying the village. I will be the one who is known throughout time as the one who defeated Pinwheel Village!" he proclaimed, his maniac like laughter filling the forest about them.
Iris and Alder sat back on the Undella beach, looking out to the shoreline sadly. Iris couldn't feel Simba's energy anymore, and neither could Alder. "Is he really gone?" Iris asked, and Alder shook his head. "Even if he never breathes again, he lives on in our memories, and in his children, who bare his DNA, and his face." he said, and Iris smiled, happier now that the lion wouldn't be forgotten.
Kurai frowned, angered by the lack of Simba's energy. "You better not be dead cat." she spat venomously, Damien, her Seviper staff, and Dusclops cloak all resonating in agreement. She looked to the sky from her place at the Pokemon League, looking down to where Cynthia fell. Kurai wondered if the blond survived as she wanted the pleasure of killing her herself.
Later, Sher-Khan glanced up at the sky, angered. "Why did you have to do that Father? You could have had Jacky or Warriorf do everything. Why didn't you?" he asked, questioning his father's judgment. Now, he was alone, with none like him, or that understood him like his father. He sighed, shedding a single tear that fell o the ground. Birisu walked out. "Young Mahsta Lionheart, your motha wishes to ah speak fi you." he said, his accent thick. Sher-Khan nodded, walking to the larger feline, and heading inside. Outside, the tear began to quiver, then shooting out into the forest, as if it had a mind, no, a life of it's own.
Ghestis and N walked through the forest at a leisurely pace, a cabin design to hide them out in the distance nearby. Ghestis chuckled, still triumphant over the village, and closed his eyes with a smile. He walked, hearing a twig snap. He froze momentarily, fearing what that could have been. His eyes jerked open, only to come face to face with a huge, bipedal feline skeleton in his face. "BOO!" it screamed, and the two men screamed in horror, fleeing and running, watching as the skeleton stalked them, it's size shrinking, but muscle slowly forming over the bones as the nerves finished reforging themselves. The two ran as fast as they could, shock, awe, and fear evident in their faces as the pair neared their cabin, a final glance back revealing a fleshy beast roaring at them. hastily enter their hidden cabin, locking and barring the door as quickly as they could. They hid in a corner, breathing heavily, but quietly as the minutes passed by and everything became quiet. The two slowly began to relax, and then Ghestis fear turned in pleasure. He began laughing, his happiness and laughter continuing until an axe made of electricity cut into the door, removing a chunk of it as the two began screaming in absolute terror. "Here's Simba!" he yelled happily, blasting the door with his mind. He swung the lightning axe, quickly cleaving N's head in two, the larger portion erupting blood as his tongue flailed about, causing Simba to chuckle darkly. Simba turned to Ghestis, chuckling as he closed into the man, who began to beg for his life, knowing that the reborn Halfling planned on showing him no mercy.
Krom and Homika woke from their sleep, feeling a massive burst of energy. The two looked to each other and chuckled. The energy belonged to Simba. "I can't believe he made it. His energy was gone, how do you survive that?" Krom wondered, and Homika shrugged. "This is Simba we're talkin' about. Fuckin' Simba." she said, and Krom chuckled, settling back down on their frozen carrier to hold his surprisingly warm wife.
Alder and Iris chuckled. "I'm surprised that it took him this long to show himself." Iris said. Alder laughed. "Simba-sama has always been like that. He'll wait till you least expect it, then Bam!, he comes back from the dead. Well, maybe not coming back from the dead, but embodies the phrase 'Expect the unexpected." he stated, and the two laughed, glad that their friend wasn't truly gone.
Simba grumbled as he walked into Pinwheel, seeing the slightly repaired, dark village. He felt the negative emotion as he walked through the village gates. "I resurrect myself from the dead and I don't get a big welcoming party? But Krom did." He said, sighing. He stamped his foot, lighting the village's lightbulbs, lanterns, torches, and fireplaces up as he walked into the village. "Alas good people, fear not, for I, Simba the Messiah, have made my re entrance, my second coming! Come witness me now as I mock Arceus himself, the PokeMessiah himself, and let us drink and make merry!" He screamed, magickally clothing himself in white robes, which Arceus was said to be wearing during his second coming. People rushed from their huts and treehouses to greet the Chief. His family were in tears, and he sighed. "There's no need to cry. I'm back! Did you really think that I'd truthfully perish?" he asked, and Vraakas seemed unconvinced, the gods backing the demigod. "How did you revive yourself?" he asked, and Simba smiled. "From a tear." he said, and Vraakas frowned. "You expect to believe that you revived yourself from someone's tear?" he asked, and Simba shook his head. "Not just anyone's tear. A direct descendant of mine, with a certain amount of power, and it had to be the only tear they shed." he stated, and Xerneas seemed taken aback. "That's the Tao Trio's Sacred Revival Spell. How did you learn it?" he asked, and Simba shrugged. "Must've picked it up while Kyurem was here, and in good condition." he said, and Xerneas frowned. "THAT is a spell you do not just 'pick up' It's a sacred art that makes you immortal as long as you can reform yourself from the tears, sweat, spittle, or blood of your relatives." he said, and Simba nodded. "Meaning, as long as I have a family, I will live on. I had to learn it, as I feel that i'll need it for the final battle with Arceus and his goons, who, mind you, are gods." he stated, and Yveltal chuckled.
"It's nice to have you back Lion heart." she said, and he laughed. "It's great to be back. Now, let's get this place cleaned up so we can get over to Kanto and build that village!" he said, and everyone was revived with energy, happiness and life, and got to work, making the village a much more positive place to be.
Later, Simba sat, Xerneas resting under a tree, the deer's blue antlers turning to him. "How did you do it? We both know that there isn't a Tao Trio Sacred Revival Spell." he said, and Simba chuckled. "You'll figure it out one day Xerneas-sama." he said, and the deer narrowed his blue eyes, but didn't continue prodding at the situation. Simba hummed, thanking Krom for his anger destroying Sunnyshore. Afterall, if Krom hadn't, Simba couldn't have used Volkner's Soul as a decoy for the Destiny Bond, and used Wish, Pain Split, Healing Wish, and Rest to form himself from the tear that his son shed. "The Hitoawa and their tempers." he said, smiling fondly as he looked at the ball of energy in his hand. "So Dawn, what should I do with your soul?' he asked, chuckling darkly.
DOOONE! The fight scenes could've been longer, but I felt everything after the fight, needed all of that space. Hope you enjoyed, and remember to check me out on tumblr, where I have short stories up for my other fic, The Will of Darjkness, but they are Pokemon related. Anywho, I love each and everyone of you guys for your infinite patience, and appreciate all of the views, support, reviews (or lack thereof) and patience, Love Y'all JIRO MUFUCKIN UCHIHA