Comments: Well, this is the first chap that gets into the R rated area. Blood and semi death scene ahead. Note, Setsuna calls Falkner of Cianwood, rather then of Violet City, because she took the form of a young girl when he lived with an aunt in Cianwood, so he will always be Falkner of Cianwood to her. I'm using the Japanese names for the outers, cause I hate the American names.
Isis No Mugen
Chapter 2
By: BlackLadyCharon
"Man, I didn't know Goldenrod City was so big!"
"Officer Jenny... hu hu hu, she's a right purty one."
"*BAM!* BROCK! We're not here to chase girls!"
"Ah Misty, leave him alone. Man, this place is worse then Celadon. At least they don't sell perfume here... *Swish, thwak*... you missed, Misty."
Solaris shook his head at the loud commotion coming his way. The three teens were arguing at the top of their lungs, sounding much like a senshi convention when everyone was a little drunk. He bent down next to his Eevee. "Ket love, can you distract them so that I can talk to them?" "Ooee. Eevee." "Good." The little fox pokemon darted out into the middle of the road, her leash trailing behind her, and did the best she thought she could. She bit Pikachu's tail. Hard. Which was a rather shocking moment for her, Pikachu, and Ash, who had just put his hand on Pikachu's head to scratch it's ears. Solaris sighed. This was not going well.
* * *
"YEOW!!! Pikachu, why'd ya... what the hell is that Eevee doing?" Ash yelped as the Eevee took a snap at him. He flicked his hand out, catching Misty's mallet as she swung at the Eevee. *Ugh... Misty's gotten a lot stronger over the years...* Pikachu and the Eevee were now talking, Pikachu looking angry and the Eevee looking contrite.
"Ket? Ket where did you go?" Ash tensed as he spotted the guide leash, then looked up, tensing even more, knowing he looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, as he met the cloudy and blank blue eyes. *Solaris...* His hands clenched, and Ash heard himself snap, "Why don't you keep your bitch Eevee under control?!" He shut his mouth, struggling with blind rage. Messiah forgive him, he'd lost his temper, almost lost his control. He'd never had this much trouble, this much anger, since the first few months he'd been learning to control it Ash stood still, waiting for the angry blow to fall.
* * *
The Messiah of Silence looked up from her game of skip stones as the scene around her froze. Except for the shadowy figure approaching, time stood still.
Hotaru sighed, then broke the silence. "Setsuna Mama, why do you look so grave?" The Guardian of Time almost smiled at her wistful young friend, then her eyes darkened. "Ashura is in danger. Lilith's hunting him."
Hotaru shuddered, her eyes going solemn and flat. Ashura was a wild card such as herself, better left until Crystal Tokyo rose and he could be dealt with more gently and delicately. Unfortunately, with Lilith's help, he was now more likely to cause a lot of hell and havoc before being contained. Hotaru rose and dusted her knees off. "Well, shall we go and brief Serenity about this?" She chirped, knowing perfectly well that was what Setsuna wanted to do. As time slowly began to resume, Hotaru transformed and left, the only clues to this were Haruka and Michiru's startled looks, and the soft strains of 'Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier' floating through the soft air.
* * *
Misty slapped Ash. Hard. She took a brief, sadistic pleasure in watching his head snap to the side and his stagger to remain upright. But with the pleasure came sorrow. Sorrow at striking Ash without just cause. Sorrow for hurting him.
Ash turned and looked at Misty, and her heart almost broke. There was hurt in his eyes, hurt she had caused. Yet there was something behind the hurt. Misty looked at Ash and saw a part of his soul he rarely showed and barely knew was there. Self-loathing at how nasty he'd been, and something worse. Something that terrified Misty. Blind hate. Hate for anything that lived or breathed or smiled. An emotion that was totally alien in Ash. Misty found herself stretching her hands out, both in supplication and an offer to help As pull free of the darkness surrounding him.
* * *
Ash felt Misty's slap shake him to the core of his being, and he turned to her, knowing the mixture of emotions that shone in his eyes. Her own eyes were wide with shock, sorrow, and another emotion, one he shied away from naming. Misty slowly stretched out her hands to him, her eyes pleading with him to forgive her, and to let her help him. Ash started to reach out to take her hands...
"Hey ya, Ashie boy! Still toddling along back here?" A familiar and annoying voice interrupted. The Gary-Mobile, complete with dumb cheerleaders, was idling a few feet away. Gary's face was set in a smug grin, and his hair was hanging in his eyes. The grin lasted until Ash slammed his fist into Gary's face. Solaris and Ket sighed. Pikachu and a newly conscious Brock stared. Misty... Misty wept.
* * *
"Shut UP! SHUT UP!" Everyone turned to stare at the Violet Cities gym. The gym leader, Falkner, had gone off it during a battle. He'd recalled his Pokemon and thrown challenger and member alike out of the gym before locking it up tight. For the yesterday and a good part of that day, the sounds of smashing statuary and Falkner's screams for the voice tormenting him to shut up had made people uneasy.
"SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING BITCH! SHUT UP!" Falkner's voice had risen with each syllable, ending in a high-pitched scream, which disturbed the Fearows nesting on the roof of the gym. The scream trailed off into hysterical sobbing and laughter, followed by more screamed words. As the town's people quietly slid into their houses to consult the mental wards lists, Falkner screamed again, this time a scream of maddened challenge.
* * *
Falkner slammed against a gym wall, beating his hands against the sides of his head in a futile attempt to stop the voice. He snatched up a beautifully made blown glass Articuno and flung it against the wall, barely feeling the shards of glass bite into his skin. He paused, blood dripping, eyes wild, waiting. Listening. He wasn't quite insane yet, but if the accidentally invoked spell wasn't resolved soon, he would be.
"Mezamenasai..." Falkner screamed and snatched up the Zapdos and Motres that had sistered the shattered Articuno. The Zapdos Falkner threw straight down, shattering it at his feet. He turned to fling the Moltres and a slender arm abruptly wrapped around his chest. A slim fingered hand clamped across his mouth, silencing his enraged scream. He felt a skirt brushing against his legs, and the woman's upper body was pressed against his back. The sensation was... distracting. He felt the air next to his ear stir, then her low voice reached him.
"Falkner of Cianwood." She whispered, holding him tightly despite the shudders that wracked his body. "I had not wished to truly trouble you before Crystal Tokyo rose..." *Crystal Tokyo? What is she talking about? And why does it sound so familiar?* "but events have come to pass that require both our objective view points." *OUR viewpoints? Nani?* Her voice continued, soft and flowing, making Falkner sleepy. "Due to a call spell my Queen has sent, we know the vague locations of those who can not shield themselves. The spell was fouled by the time distortion around you, repeating itself in an endless loop. I should have noticed sooner. I am sorry." Falkner noted that sometime during the speech his legs had given out, and she had slid both of them to the ground, his head resting on her lap. He noticed the odd yet familiar black, ruby, and white Sailor Fuku she wore, then studied her face. Flawless skin as pale as alabaster, the long hair that framed her face a startling deep green. Long and heavily fringed eyelashes framed her luminous burgundy eyes, the slant to them exotic. Falkner felt a name struggle to the surface of his mind, a name that invoked dim memories of pleasant beach days, and he voiced it hesitantly.
"Setsuna?" She smiled, nodding as she slid him onto the floor, then picked up a long key shaped staff, which glittered as the end shifted to a wicked point. Falkner was suddenly very glad the area of the gym he was in had black carpeting and wallpaper. He had a feeling what came next was going to hurt. Setsuna stood, regretting the action she was about to commit. Still, she was out of options, and almost out of time.
"Forgive me, Falkner." Falkner closed his eyes as he saw her hands tense. The swift hiss of the Time Staff through the air was drowned out by the agonized scream Falkner made as it slid through his ribs, puncturing a lung and the right ventricle of his heart. His hands convulsively dug into the carpet and wooden floor underneath. He screamed again as the Garnet Orb glowed, blasting through the mental walls protecting him from memories as old as Setsuna's. The scream ended as she tore the staff from his body, the convulsions stopping as the wound sealed up, leaving only a faint scar in the shape of Pluto symbol right above his heart. His clothing took on deep green and black hues, obscuring most of the blood that covered his skin. He was comatose from blood loss and pain, so Setsuna slowly slid him back into her lap, playing with the town's people's memories so that they all believed Falkner was sick enough that he wasn't opening the gym that day. Sitting there as she waited for Falkner to wake up, Setsuna prayed that he would forgive her for killing the mortal part of him.
Again.
* * *
The Messiah of Silence shook her head as she heard the agonized scream, her white-gloved hand reaching out to catch the mortal part of Falkner's soul in mid flight. She sighed, then waited for Setsuna to reappear with Falkner, hissing displeasedly. Delays were costly, particularly with a weapon like Ashura in the balance.
Isis No Mugen
Chapter 2
By: BlackLadyCharon
"Man, I didn't know Goldenrod City was so big!"
"Officer Jenny... hu hu hu, she's a right purty one."
"*BAM!* BROCK! We're not here to chase girls!"
"Ah Misty, leave him alone. Man, this place is worse then Celadon. At least they don't sell perfume here... *Swish, thwak*... you missed, Misty."
Solaris shook his head at the loud commotion coming his way. The three teens were arguing at the top of their lungs, sounding much like a senshi convention when everyone was a little drunk. He bent down next to his Eevee. "Ket love, can you distract them so that I can talk to them?" "Ooee. Eevee." "Good." The little fox pokemon darted out into the middle of the road, her leash trailing behind her, and did the best she thought she could. She bit Pikachu's tail. Hard. Which was a rather shocking moment for her, Pikachu, and Ash, who had just put his hand on Pikachu's head to scratch it's ears. Solaris sighed. This was not going well.
* * *
"YEOW!!! Pikachu, why'd ya... what the hell is that Eevee doing?" Ash yelped as the Eevee took a snap at him. He flicked his hand out, catching Misty's mallet as she swung at the Eevee. *Ugh... Misty's gotten a lot stronger over the years...* Pikachu and the Eevee were now talking, Pikachu looking angry and the Eevee looking contrite.
"Ket? Ket where did you go?" Ash tensed as he spotted the guide leash, then looked up, tensing even more, knowing he looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, as he met the cloudy and blank blue eyes. *Solaris...* His hands clenched, and Ash heard himself snap, "Why don't you keep your bitch Eevee under control?!" He shut his mouth, struggling with blind rage. Messiah forgive him, he'd lost his temper, almost lost his control. He'd never had this much trouble, this much anger, since the first few months he'd been learning to control it Ash stood still, waiting for the angry blow to fall.
* * *
The Messiah of Silence looked up from her game of skip stones as the scene around her froze. Except for the shadowy figure approaching, time stood still.
Hotaru sighed, then broke the silence. "Setsuna Mama, why do you look so grave?" The Guardian of Time almost smiled at her wistful young friend, then her eyes darkened. "Ashura is in danger. Lilith's hunting him."
Hotaru shuddered, her eyes going solemn and flat. Ashura was a wild card such as herself, better left until Crystal Tokyo rose and he could be dealt with more gently and delicately. Unfortunately, with Lilith's help, he was now more likely to cause a lot of hell and havoc before being contained. Hotaru rose and dusted her knees off. "Well, shall we go and brief Serenity about this?" She chirped, knowing perfectly well that was what Setsuna wanted to do. As time slowly began to resume, Hotaru transformed and left, the only clues to this were Haruka and Michiru's startled looks, and the soft strains of 'Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier' floating through the soft air.
* * *
Misty slapped Ash. Hard. She took a brief, sadistic pleasure in watching his head snap to the side and his stagger to remain upright. But with the pleasure came sorrow. Sorrow at striking Ash without just cause. Sorrow for hurting him.
Ash turned and looked at Misty, and her heart almost broke. There was hurt in his eyes, hurt she had caused. Yet there was something behind the hurt. Misty looked at Ash and saw a part of his soul he rarely showed and barely knew was there. Self-loathing at how nasty he'd been, and something worse. Something that terrified Misty. Blind hate. Hate for anything that lived or breathed or smiled. An emotion that was totally alien in Ash. Misty found herself stretching her hands out, both in supplication and an offer to help As pull free of the darkness surrounding him.
* * *
Ash felt Misty's slap shake him to the core of his being, and he turned to her, knowing the mixture of emotions that shone in his eyes. Her own eyes were wide with shock, sorrow, and another emotion, one he shied away from naming. Misty slowly stretched out her hands to him, her eyes pleading with him to forgive her, and to let her help him. Ash started to reach out to take her hands...
"Hey ya, Ashie boy! Still toddling along back here?" A familiar and annoying voice interrupted. The Gary-Mobile, complete with dumb cheerleaders, was idling a few feet away. Gary's face was set in a smug grin, and his hair was hanging in his eyes. The grin lasted until Ash slammed his fist into Gary's face. Solaris and Ket sighed. Pikachu and a newly conscious Brock stared. Misty... Misty wept.
* * *
"Shut UP! SHUT UP!" Everyone turned to stare at the Violet Cities gym. The gym leader, Falkner, had gone off it during a battle. He'd recalled his Pokemon and thrown challenger and member alike out of the gym before locking it up tight. For the yesterday and a good part of that day, the sounds of smashing statuary and Falkner's screams for the voice tormenting him to shut up had made people uneasy.
"SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING BITCH! SHUT UP!" Falkner's voice had risen with each syllable, ending in a high-pitched scream, which disturbed the Fearows nesting on the roof of the gym. The scream trailed off into hysterical sobbing and laughter, followed by more screamed words. As the town's people quietly slid into their houses to consult the mental wards lists, Falkner screamed again, this time a scream of maddened challenge.
* * *
Falkner slammed against a gym wall, beating his hands against the sides of his head in a futile attempt to stop the voice. He snatched up a beautifully made blown glass Articuno and flung it against the wall, barely feeling the shards of glass bite into his skin. He paused, blood dripping, eyes wild, waiting. Listening. He wasn't quite insane yet, but if the accidentally invoked spell wasn't resolved soon, he would be.
"Mezamenasai..." Falkner screamed and snatched up the Zapdos and Motres that had sistered the shattered Articuno. The Zapdos Falkner threw straight down, shattering it at his feet. He turned to fling the Moltres and a slender arm abruptly wrapped around his chest. A slim fingered hand clamped across his mouth, silencing his enraged scream. He felt a skirt brushing against his legs, and the woman's upper body was pressed against his back. The sensation was... distracting. He felt the air next to his ear stir, then her low voice reached him.
"Falkner of Cianwood." She whispered, holding him tightly despite the shudders that wracked his body. "I had not wished to truly trouble you before Crystal Tokyo rose..." *Crystal Tokyo? What is she talking about? And why does it sound so familiar?* "but events have come to pass that require both our objective view points." *OUR viewpoints? Nani?* Her voice continued, soft and flowing, making Falkner sleepy. "Due to a call spell my Queen has sent, we know the vague locations of those who can not shield themselves. The spell was fouled by the time distortion around you, repeating itself in an endless loop. I should have noticed sooner. I am sorry." Falkner noted that sometime during the speech his legs had given out, and she had slid both of them to the ground, his head resting on her lap. He noticed the odd yet familiar black, ruby, and white Sailor Fuku she wore, then studied her face. Flawless skin as pale as alabaster, the long hair that framed her face a startling deep green. Long and heavily fringed eyelashes framed her luminous burgundy eyes, the slant to them exotic. Falkner felt a name struggle to the surface of his mind, a name that invoked dim memories of pleasant beach days, and he voiced it hesitantly.
"Setsuna?" She smiled, nodding as she slid him onto the floor, then picked up a long key shaped staff, which glittered as the end shifted to a wicked point. Falkner was suddenly very glad the area of the gym he was in had black carpeting and wallpaper. He had a feeling what came next was going to hurt. Setsuna stood, regretting the action she was about to commit. Still, she was out of options, and almost out of time.
"Forgive me, Falkner." Falkner closed his eyes as he saw her hands tense. The swift hiss of the Time Staff through the air was drowned out by the agonized scream Falkner made as it slid through his ribs, puncturing a lung and the right ventricle of his heart. His hands convulsively dug into the carpet and wooden floor underneath. He screamed again as the Garnet Orb glowed, blasting through the mental walls protecting him from memories as old as Setsuna's. The scream ended as she tore the staff from his body, the convulsions stopping as the wound sealed up, leaving only a faint scar in the shape of Pluto symbol right above his heart. His clothing took on deep green and black hues, obscuring most of the blood that covered his skin. He was comatose from blood loss and pain, so Setsuna slowly slid him back into her lap, playing with the town's people's memories so that they all believed Falkner was sick enough that he wasn't opening the gym that day. Sitting there as she waited for Falkner to wake up, Setsuna prayed that he would forgive her for killing the mortal part of him.
Again.
* * *
The Messiah of Silence shook her head as she heard the agonized scream, her white-gloved hand reaching out to catch the mortal part of Falkner's soul in mid flight. She sighed, then waited for Setsuna to reappear with Falkner, hissing displeasedly. Delays were costly, particularly with a weapon like Ashura in the balance.