A History


On the way to Selenia, Koe had nothing to do other then think.. Thoughts about the city were wasted on a subject he knew little about.. So, he could always think about himself..
~Koe Kimatsu.. The ordinary guy.. born 18th November, 1982. Studied at a pokemon polytech from '92 through to '99.. And hit the road, 2nd June, 2000...~
Through his travels, Koe had discovered that keeping a sense about him of who he was would keep him from getting lost in that part of him that he wasn't. That part that had always been pokemon instinct, and hadn't been there before the day he went out, in any form..

Koe was a fair-featured person, generally.. or used to be, anyway. He opted for a Pichu as his first when leaving; the Pichu became a Pikachu within a couple of months out on the field.. and before six months were up, was asking Koe to get a thunder stone for him.

He'd named him Daize, after someone he used to know. It seemed fitting, though Koe didn't know why, and didn't endeavour to find out.

Koe never wanted to actually train up pokemon to fight.. what he preferred to do was explore, pokemon helping him as aides, guides, or perhaps in a more direct way.. Over time, he explored a lot of the Kanto plains, and went away in the start of 2002 to Johto.

He first heard of the cases of change while at Kanto. The news was abuzz with news of a 'Persian-human' who had become somewhere in between for reasons no-one knew about at that time.. Koe didn't stay in any place long enough to form an opinion of what people actually felt.. and besides, their opinions changed, so he couldn't pin it down exactly, regardless..

He came back, later in 2003. He ventured home, to Fuchsia City, some time in the last quarter of 2004, before his 22nd birthday. That same quarter was the moment that he wouldn't forget in a hurry.

But he'd reached his destination. How time flew when Koe was delving into his thoughts, and the odd few people that passed his wavering tail a side glance said that the contact of this particular town with his kind was a little lacklustre.
Though, no-one complained as he located the nearest pokemon centre, and headed inside.


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"I'm sorry, Sir, but this facility doesn't offer treatment of your species at current." was the first thing Koe was greeted with.
He replied, rather curtly, "I'm not here for treatment.. Just to rest up a while, is all.."
The nurse nodded apologetically, and moved elsewhere. It wasn't immensely busy, but a number of people were here, so he went his way over to a seat in the corner, and sat, bringing his holdall to his lap.

He glanced around. Mostly humans; he saw one changed in the back, with a slightly richer skin colour, and the Chansey-like fronds hanging upwards a slight way, under her hair.
He also saw a Nidoran male, changed and sitting on the other side of the room; he was only young, perhaps around 12 or so, with a protruding horn and noticeable teeth. Nothing of specific interest, so he rejoined his thoughts again..

~13th December, 2004.. That day went mostly smooth..~ thought he. Yes, he was staying over in his home town throughout his birthday, Xmas, and the coming of the New Year. Koe spent a lot of the time talking about the trip he'd made to Johto earlier in time. And, as ever, Daize sat somewhere near Koe, making the odd raichu noise to accentuate whatever was being said.. and sometimes a flurry, if he was being asked for an opinion. Koe didn't pretend to be a master of raichu speech, but he seemed to know innately what Daize was trying to say.

The thirteenth came. It wasn't a Friday, as some may have hoped. Koe was awake, though, at around 4:30am; he just was unable to sleep any longer, and getting himself dressed, got up out of bed, and ventured downstairs.

He was greeted by an awoken Daize, who seemed to want to go outside.. Koe didn't mind this, and wanted out in the early morning for a while himself. So, the two went out a little way, looking for somewhere they could sit.


A brick wall, weathered with age, and mottling all the different hues of red, presented itself as an adequate place. So, the human and his pokemon sat, raichu on the other, and looked up into the horizon, where a sunset had only just begun, and the sky was red, like the wall.

A small wind had blown up. Daize's tail seemed to float in it; a little bit of a trick with letting air flow around it in just the right style. It just occurred to Koe that he knew that style; small tilts of the tail would differ the air a lot..

~Try it..~ Daize had said, somehow..

And so he did. With a tail that materialised suddenly, for the very purpose. Koe just sat there, mouth open, staring through the sunset with vacant eyes, darkened skin, and brown-coloured hair.. transfixed on the nothingness behind it.. While a newly grown tail, after splitting through layers of material, had taken to wavering in the wind, as Daize's had done just seconds sooner.

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Their return to the house was greeted in slightly mute replies.
"Well.. I guess it's the sign of a good trainer.. eh?" he offered up..
"..I suppose.." one of his parents had said..


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A couple of days later, a group of family members had grouped together. They decided they didn't want to lose any more of Koe to this. And they thought they could do that by removing Daize from existence. It wasn't known then that this would fail, but they tried it anyway.. However, their thoughts as they were, Koe managed to awaken and get downstairs before anything happened.

"You can't kill him, for christ's sake!" he had said, facing a bunch of people, with two guns and a long knife between them..
"It's for your good, you know.." they had said, and hinted, and driven in to him.. Until, his uncle had come over to tell him up close that nothing was going to happen.. Before pouncing Koe, and rendering him unable to get in the way while the two shots were fired, point blank. He'd shouted out, and fumbling past the uncle, he'd cast forward his pokemon holding ball.. It hit Daize after he'd hit the ground. It made the motions of catching, but the raichu was still lying there, in a pool of his own lifeblood, as the ball rolled off him..
In steps, the members of the family who had done the deed departed the room. The raichu parts of Koe stilled his tail, for the first and only time in his life.. It hung low, a then seven-and-a-half feet long tail.. They expressed anger.. but the outside, was Koe, who did nothing but weep, for a long while.


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Surprising how Koe could think his thoughts and not be affected now.. Whatever he'd caught in that ball, when he picked it up, soon after the room was empty.. it pushed against him, being able to open at any time.. Being of that sort, he thought he might have got something of the supernatural variety.. and not being one to let something like that loose.. he taped up the ball, with strong, black tape. And that's how it had remained, since.

He looked in the bag at it, still now, unmoving, and contained within something that he didn't know what it was.. After he'd got his things together back then, he secretly left without a word.
~It'd be better for me..~ thought Koe.. And to him now, he'd done the right thing...


And then he was all out of thoughts on himself.. so he concentrated on getting rested up; it was a while longer to the town after, if his map was correct.. so he cold wait a while longer...


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It had been listening to Koe's thinking.. It had pity, but it was only here to watch, not to act on anything.. Koe was a wanderer, and all the wanderers have their tales and their trials.. it's part of who they are as a whole..

A small girl that was sat next to Koe, turned to him.. and looked at the tail, that wrapped through the gap of the chair, over the back, over his head, and then back a little, and down between his back and the chair..
"Is that really your tail?" she asked, an innocent question. Her mother, a staunch figure of middle age, waiting for someone to finish up with their pokemon treatment, turned to the girl..
"Why dear.. That's not the sort of thing you're supposed to ask like that.."
"Be assured, it's not a problem.." Koe remarked.. "Yes, it's my own.."
"How did you get it?" asked she. Obviously she was not as well versed on history as some others were.
"Uh.. well, you could say that I got it.. by being a good trainer to my pokemon at the time.."
"So if I did that, I could have one as well?" she asked. ~Cute child..~ thought he. Her mother turned, "Now, you know what I've said about that.. Put thoughts like that out of your head, dear.."
"Shouldn't she be free to choose how she likes..?" asked Koe, looking across the room.
"Oh.. no offence, pardon.. but honestly, she's young, and I don't want her to do something she might later dislike.." she said, in a contemptuous manner. Koe sneered at her, but only to himself, inwardly.. and continued getting the ebbs of his energy back.. all the while thinking what he might be able to do if he tried..

Well.. it isn't like he had anything else to do right then. But he wouldn't do that. Oh no.


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