Secrets Exposed
Part 11: Kohji's Abilities
By Freakachu
::Authors note:: Okay, this part contains a bit of swearing and violence. ::End authors note::
After arriving on the shore of Tangerine Island a week before Christmas, via ferry, Lilja and Kohji had a few hours drive ahead of them to the gym. Tangerine wasn't a tropical type island like Cinnabar, as Lilja had expected. It was more northern, and it had snow. For a while, they sped through the snow covered paths in silence.
About a half hour later, Kohji made a sharp turn into the forest. Lilja was surprised, and asked him where it was he was heading.
"Shortcut to the town this way."
"Are you sure?" She queried, shivering on the back of the motorcycle.
Kohji nodded. "Positive."
The snowy woods was eerie, and shadowy. Kohji stopped the bike, and they sat there in the middle of a forest path. He looked about, then cleared his throat. "Something isn't right here."
"What do you mean by th-" Lilja started, but was cut off by a yell, and something or someone dropped out of a tree in front of them.
The fallen object turned out to be a person, and was soon followed by five others, blocking Kohji and Lilja from driving off in any direction. They wore familiar, identical uniforms, black with a red "R" on the front of each."Okay Freakachu girl. We've been given special orders to take you with us."
The rockets started to close in on the kids, and Kohji looked baffled. "What the hell do they want you for?"
Lilja was scared stiff. "They want my Freakachu." She muttered, barely able to speak.
Kohji got off the bike and stood protectively in front of Lilja. "They'll have to get past me first."
"Damn, damn, damn!" Sergio muttered, and hopped around in a circle.
"What's yer problem?" Asked Zeke, who was at the moment trying on a navy blue uniform that Vera, Jessie and Cassidy had designed.
Sergio sighed and put his head in his hands. "I can't think of a name for the bloody team."
"Who says we need a name?" James put in, "Oh hey, how about Team Comet?"
Vera made a disgusted face. "Oh yeah right. Sounds like a cleanser! Next, you'll be wanting the gang to be called Team Draino, or Toilet Duck or something."
Snickering, Butch added, "Mr. Clean!"
"Th' Lysol Gang!" yelled Cletus. He then looked toward Zeke who appeared to be in thought.
"2000 Flushes Chlorine clear tablets!" Zeke finally burst out laughing.
Everything went completely quiet. Then a few seconds later, everyone but Sergio was rolling around laughing again.
Nyarthashi sat on the floor of the small room. It wasn't the same room as she had been in before. The room and building she was now in was built strongly enough that a hand grenade wouldn't do much damage. She was in this type of room because of the person who was with her. Draigh.
Draigh had been the boy on the roof that called to her that day about a week and a half ago. Giovanni had been true to his word, Draigh had found her and captured her. When Giovanni had them where he wanted them, they were both taken away. Draigh hadn't protested much like he used to. It would have been "Let me go, you *beep*ing *beep*er! Or I'll blast your *beep*ing head off!" The only thing Draigh had said to Giovanni, was "Why?"
"You were to capture her and that was all. Now that I have her and she cannot ruin things, I don't need either of you, seeing as how neither of you don't seem to be willing to work for Team Rocket." He had said, coldly.
So there they were, in a dark room, with no windows, and a very small oil lamp and only so much oil. On the first day there, Nyarthashi had been so angry that she had almost smashed it, but Draigh had calmed her down enough to tell her that if she broke their only source of light, they'd be sorry later. The room was supposed to be soundproof as well, but Nyarthashi could faintly hear people on the outside when Draigh could not.
"Have you figured out why he's like that?" A voice faintly heard, said. To Nyarthy, it sounded like Giovanni's gruff voice.
"Well, we're working on it, but I think the personality change is due to the type of pokemon he was spliced with. I understand he was an abominable youth and lately he has become...nice. Dragonite are usually seen as intelligent and kind creatures. They are sensitive and loving. It is possible that the pokemon personality has somehow also been integrated in with the boy's." This was someone Nyarthashi had never heard or seen before.
She glared at Draigh from across the room. "They're still yakking out there. You know, it's all your fault that we're in here."
Draigh nodded. "I'm stupid, okay?"
Nyarthashi crossed the room and sat down beside him. "Your fault." She elbowed him in the side. "Your damn fault." She elbowed him again.
"Stop it."
"Your fault" *elbow*
"Stop."
"Your fault we're in here" *elbow*
Draigh elbowed her back. "Will you knock it off already? Look. I know it's my fault. You don't have to remind me every second of every day."
Nyarthashi was suddenly upset. "I...I just met my mother and sister for the first time the day you came and attacked me..." Her voice started to break and a tear ran down her cheek.
"Don't cry... please?" He was becoming sad by her sniffling.
"I bet you didn't know that he's my father did you?" She yelled at him. "Did you?!" Sobs filled the room.
Draigh's eyes widened. "Giovanni?" He looked at the crying cat-girl wailing into her hands, with his own sadness filling up inside and bit his lip. "Are you serious?"
Nodding, Nyarthashi sniffled again.
Not knowing if he should, Draigh debated comforting her. 'She's not exactly amused with me... but yet... I think I like this girl.' He put his hand on her shoulder. "Um, don't cry. It's alright, we'll get out of this. I know it."
Nyarthy looked up at him. The lamplight flickered and reflected in his eyes. Slowly, Draigh leaned forward and kissed her softly. He braced himself for the smash he was sure to get, but never came. Instead, Nyarthashi pulled away and stood up angrily, stalking over to the opposite side of the room to sit on the straw she slept on. "What in the hell were you doing? You stay over there and leave me alone!"
Draigh started to argue, but decided against it and started pouting. Nyarthashi was only mad for a few minutes more when she decided that she hadn't minded it at all. She also decided that she sort of liked Draigh. But she wasn't going to let him know that. She curled up in a ball in her straw, and went to sleep.
The six Rockets closed in on Lilja and Kohji.
"If we want to take her, we will." Sneered one.
"You ain't going to stop us, little boy." Smirked another.
Kohji twitched. "Little?"
Three of the Rockets went for Lilja, and while Kohji was about to protect her, the remaining three caught him, and tied him up against a tree so he couldn't move.
"Kohji! Help!" Lilja yelled, as the guys who had her, cackled.
The shortest Rocket, who was a few inches taller than Kohji, muttered to the other two who were grasping Lilja. "You know, now that we've got her, we can do whatever we want with her before we take her and the Freakachu to Giovanni. Lets have some fun." The other two nodded in agreement, and the three that were roughly provoking Kohji, snickered. They began pushing Lilja around, and one swiped her backpack, tossing it to another. A game of monkey-in-the-middle went on for a few minutes, then the shortest rocket, who was a few inches taller than Kohji, grabbed Lilja.
He unzipped her jacket, and placed his ungloved hands over her chest, grinning nastily. One hand slid up her shirt, and she screamed, and tried to kick him. The two bigger rockets held her tightly in place. "You are a feisty one..." he hissed, as he removed his hand from her chest, and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground. He then pinned her into the snow.
"You get the hell away from her!" Kohji bellowed, and the rope around him suddenly dissolved.
One of the bigger Rockets swung a fist at Kohji. Lilja kept screaming as loud as she could through the guys hand, which he had clamped over her mouth. Lilja could hear scuffling, and when she opened one eye, a Rocket that had attempted to punch at Kohji was face first on the ground. One of the others also went after him, but Kohji had belted him in the mouth.
"FUCKING PEDOPHILE BASTARDS!" Kohji yelled, as he started to glow, and a pair of feathery white wings burst from his back. An energy ball formed in his hands. Aiming it at the Rocket with Lilja, he shot it straight towards the guy, and the ball of blue energy became a mighty beam which blasted right through the unsuspecting Rocket. The other five rockets were horrified at the fate of their teammate, and all took off running.
Kohji rushed over to Lilja, and pulled her out from underneath the blood-soaked rocket. He was still alive, but barely. Kohji held Lilja against him as he stood, shaking. Lilja was crying silently "Are you alright?" He shook her a bit, and she barely nodded. She was quite banged up, with a large red mark on the side of her face, and her shirt was a bit ripped. Kohji helped her over to the bike, and they sped all the way to the town.
Taking a break from training until the summer Rainbow League, Ash and Misty were staying in a small cabin on the edge of the town and forest. It had been for rent, and Ash knew they'd be needing it. It was months and months before the Pokemon league, and they needed a place to stay. A fire was blazing in the fireplace, and Ash sat in front of it, holding Pikachu in his arms. His other pokemon were wandering around the room, doing other things. Misty sat down on the floor beside Ash.
"What do you want most for Christmas?" She asked him, hoping it was something she could possibly get him.
He looked down at Pikachu who was sleeping in his lap, still weak from its condition. "I want Pikachu to get better. I want it to be healthy again."
Misty was disappointed. She wanted to be able to at least buy him the thing he wanted most. Then she thought of something. If Pikachu getting better was what he wanted most, did that mean he had forgotten about Lilja? Did she, Misty, have a chance with Ash after all? She moved closer to him, and leaned her head on his shoulder. Instantly, she felt his body stiffen, and he stood up.
"Um, I'm going to...go to bed now." He muttered, and left Misty alone beside the fire. He sat on the edge of the bed he'd been sleeping in while they stayed at the cabin. All kinds of thoughts entered his mind, thoughts about how Misty felt about him. It made him uncomfortable. He thought about Lilja. He wondered where she was, what she was doing and if she was thinking about him. He doubted it.
"Nyarthashi, I'm sorry." Draigh muttered to the darkness as he put out the lamp, and slid over to his corner of the room. "You aren't talking to me...I know. I shouldn't have been so...so...er, anyways, you seemed to not mind, so..."
Draigh heard a stirring in Nyarthy's corner. "Maybe I didn't min-OW, damn wall!" Nyarthashi yelped as she hit her head into the wall by accident.
To make sure she was alright, and forgetting that she was strong, and not a baby, he rushed over to her. Since it was dark, he couldn't see, and he almost fell over her. "Draigh, I'm fine." she complained, as he touched her head. Draigh began to stroke her hair, and buried his face in it, inhaling the scent of it.
Not realizing it, he had wrapped his arms and wings around Nyarthashi, and pulled her towards him. She let out a small sound like an "eep", as he started to kiss her hair and face.
Nyarthashi didn't say anything. She just leaned up against Draigh's chest in the dark, and let him continue to pet her hair.
A faint musical sound woke Lilja from her sleep of almost death, and when things came into focus she saw that she was in a bed. All at once, she remembered what had happened, and began gasping for air. The musical sound that had awakened her, continued to play. It sounded as if it was coming from another room. Lilja pushed aside the warm blankets and stood up on the floor. The room she was in, was quite large, about three times bigger than her room at home, with a hardwood floor and pale purple walls and ceiling. The canopy on the bed was also light purple, and the bed had a dark violet quilt on it, with mauve pillows and sheets.
She didn't know where she was, and she didn't know where Kohji had gone, but the music she heard compelled her to open the door of the room and search for the source of it. She wandered into a hall, which was quite wide, and realized she was on an upper floor of wherever she was. A balcony was wide open, and looked down on the entrance to the house. Lilja didn't hesitate with going down the wide flight of stairs, and continued to follow the music around a corner. At the end of the hall, she found a large set of double doors which were slightly open. Peering through the crack of the doors, Lilja could see a beautiful big room with antique but comfortable looking furniture, and a large ebony grand piano.
"So this is where that wonderful music is coming from." She mused, and when she saw who was playing, she almost fell over from shock. Obviously a boy of many talents, Kohji was playing the piano. She leaned up against the door, as the melody filled her ears and touched her like nothing ever had. Lilja practically fell in the room, as the door swung open with her weight.
Kohji stopped playing, and spun around when he heard the door creak. "Lilja! You scared me."
"I'm sorry, I...heard that music when I woke up, and I had to look for it." She apologized.
"Don't be sorry, I should be. I didn't mean to disturb you."
Twisting the sleeve of her shirt, Lilja replied, "Thanks for scaring those Team Rocket guys off, you even really hurt one. How did you do that?"
"Do? Oh, you mean that energy attack, right? Well, ever since I was small I could do things like that. I didn't mean to actually kill that Rocket guy, but I was so angry and so very scared that I couldn't control it very well."
"I understand that, but...you had wings!"
Kohji put his arm behind his head and laughed. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?"
"Can you fly on them? Can you show them whenever you want?" Lilja, quite amazed, kept shooting questions at him.
"You sure have a lot of questions. I can't fly, they aren't all that large. I can glide short distances though, if I need to. And, yeah, I can pretty much use them whenever I want, although it took a long time for me to be able to figure out how to do it." He pulled off his shirt and a second later, wings seemed to burst from his back. Lilja took a closer look, as she hadn't been able to the last time. Kohji blushed and looked at the ground. He was right, his wings didn't' seem big enough to fly on. The pin feathers barely reached below his waist when they were folded up, and the span of them when he stretched them out were only a bit longer than his arms, outstretched.
"In my life I've only seen one other person with wings, and they were blue and Articuno-like, not white and feathery like yours! How did you get them?" Still in awe, she reached out to touch one and found it quite soft.
The blush remained on Kohji's face. "I've always had them. My cousin has them, my aunt does too, and my mother did as well."
Remembering something, Lilja asked "Aside from the wings, and the energy attacks, can you teleport?"
"Oh, sure. At least, I'm working on it. I'm not very good at it though." He replied, with a half-embarrassed smile. His wings vanished, leaving behind sparkles that drifted down like dust, and he quickly snatched up his shirt and slipped it back on.
Then it was Kohji's turn to be surprised, because one second Lilja was in front of him, and the next, she wasn't.