PART FOUR: NATSU TO YUME
CHAPTER THREE: Erase and Rewrite, Give It Your Whole Body and Soul
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DISCLAIMER: Nope!
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UGH, BLOCKS SUCK LLAMA BALLS! (makes large hand gestures like Miyavi) Thank you for being patient with me!
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"It's good to be back."
Yes, it is, master.
"Do you really think that it's okay to leave them by themselves, I mean, they are my guests."
They will be fine, and this is your vacation as well.
Gohan smiled, walking down the path to Viridian City, Aoi and Kira by his side and Pikachu on his head.
Gohan, Pikachu asked curiously, Why are we going here anywhere? Sasuke's in Pallet-?
"There is someone I want to see," the boy replied, "Someone I haven't seen in a long while. I have been worried."
Who?
"You, Pika-chan, you should know." Gohan responded mildly, turning and heading in the direction of a large red hall in the middle of town. "Do you or do you not possess a memory of any sort?" Pikachu tilted her head.
Nande?
"You'll see." was the enigmatic response, and the rest of the trip was taken in silence. There were several reasons that Gohan was going by himself. One, Sirius and Harry, he felt, deserved a little bit of family-ish time, seeing as they were going to be living together. Also, Sasuke and Shigeru had gone off to show Draco the rest of the area, which Gohan would have been bored with. As they reached the building, Pikachu peered at the large sign attached to the door.
Viridian City Contest Hall
Are you serious! Pikachu burst out, suddenly looking excited, Are you for real?
"Yep." the boy replied, smiling, "A little birdie told me."
Would it happen to be a little blonde birdie named Sasuke? she inquired dryly, excited nevertheless, and Gohan stared to the sky.
"Perhaps…perhaps not. Be patient, and you'll find out." he told her amusedly and slid open the doors, only to find the hall completely packed with people. Not what he wanted. Frowning slightly, he walked up to a young woman who was tending the front desk and asked her a question, she blinked and pointed toward a door, blushing pink when he thanked her politely.
NOW will you tell me why exactly we're here? Pikachu wa immediately shushed.
"Hush, unless you want her to see us."
Weird. The pokemon told him but did as she was told, hushing up and hopping up onto Gohan's lap as he sit down in a chair. Oh look, it's starting! True, seconds later the curtain began to rise, and an attractive, twenty-something woman in a dress suit stood on stage holding a microphone.
"Hi there everyone, and welcome to the Master's Tournament, taking place for the first time in our dear Viridian City! These contestants have been competing all year for the chance to compete today, so, no matter who wins, you should give them all a hand for managing to make it this far! So let's hear it for them!"
In less than a second, a huge storm of applause answered her as seven trainers walked onstage, pokemon by their sides. Gohan's attention focused on the third to last, a short, slender girl with light brown hair and excitable blue eyes.
Wow, she made it all the way here! Pikachu cheered, Way to go, kid!
Gohan whooped and cheered with the rest of them, but settled as soon as it started up, every so often handing Pikachu a handful of popcorn out of a box he had bought up front. Everyone was very good, very, very skilled, but it was forty-five minutes before he was able to see what he had come for.
"And now, contestant number four, we have Hakamatsu Haruka, a very talented young lady from Little Root, and her partner, Blaziken! Give it up!" The announcer cried out, introducing Haruka, who blushed and waved, eliciting shrieks from the crowd, and several proud, teacher-like whoops from Gohan.
"Awesome, way to go!" He called out, and Pikachu was just as loud, hopping up and down in his lap.
"Blaziken," Haruka ordered, "Ember!" With a shriek, the pokemon obliged, blowing out a stream of the hottest fire in a spiral, not even scorching the floor, and causing the crowd to roar. "Great job! And now, overheat!"
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"The third place winner is…..Uryuu Ichijo! Give him a big hand, guys!"
Thunderous applause rose up from the crowds in response.
"And our second place winner is…..Hakamatsu Haruka!" The announcer exclaimed, making large, waving arm motions, and Gohan shouted as loud as he could, and he wasn't the only one. Haruka blushed and waved, obviously proud of herself, though she had come in second, and instantly wrapped her arms around Blaziken, squealing happily as she did so. When the first place winner was announced, Gohan rose from his seat, holding Pikachu and her popcorn, and strode down the stairs to tap Haruka on the shoulder, startling her as she said goodbye to another contestant.
"Zaka-san!" she screeched, sounding as if she wasn't sure whether to beat him for scaring her or hug him for coming to watch. Eventually, she decided on the latter, flinging herself forward and securing herself firmly around his neck. "Where the hell have you been! I haven't seen or heard hide nor hair of your ass ever since you and Sasu-kun ditched me over a year ago -don't you dare think that I have forgotten about that- you jerks!" After ranting for several minutes, the girl eventually calmed, quieting, and, shockingly, leaning forward to kiss her teacher on the cheek. "Missed ya, nii-san."
Gohan blinked, startled, then blushed, inwardly pleased.
"I missed you too, Haru-san."
"Haru-chan. How many times do I have to beat you to get you to call me that?" Haruka inquired, exasperated. Then, she shook her head. "Whatever, how are you? And how on Earth did you know I'd be competing today?"
Gohan smiled.
"Well, I've been going to a boarding school all year, but Sasuke kept up with you all the time I was gone. When he told me last night, I knew that I had to come and see you. And Pikachu wanted to come and say hi."
"Pikachu, how are you, sweetie?" Haruka cooed as Pikachu hopped over onto her shoulder, purring. "Been keeping your stupid bonehead of a partner out of trouble, I hope?" Pikachu shrugged and rolled her eyes, gestures that Gohan really wished that she hadn't picked up from him. "That bad, huh?"
You bet, sister.
"Traitor." Gohan muttered under his breath, just as Haruka grinned and poked him in the cheek.
"Now, for worrying me so much, you are going to treat me lunch, my choice."
"Aw, but Haru-chan…."
"Aren't you proud of me?" Blue eyes instantly went watery and shimmery, and the girl clasped her hands together at her chest, "I thought I did really well, was I that horrible, to only get second place?" Gohan flinched at both her words and at her expression, before sighing in resignation.
"Oh, okay. Just don't look at me like that."
"YAHOO!" Haruka whooped, and grabbed her teacher by the arm, beginning to drag him off down the street, to a classy, highly-rated, and expensive sit-down restaurant
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"That was TOO fun!"
"Are you aware of just how much of my money you spent today, Haru-chan?"
"Exactly eight-hundred-and-fifty dollars. Oh, and sixty-four cents."
"Damn, you do know."
"Damn straight I do. And don't angst, I know exactly how much you get paid for everything you do, this doesn't put a dent in your earnings for one month, baka."
Gohan sighed.
"How do I let myself get roped into crap like this? I go see you, somehow end up taking you out for lunch, then to the zoo, then the aquarium, need I go on?"
"Please do, I'm loving this." Was the response.
"Whatever." the saiyan replied, not really bothered too much, and turned to face his friend when they reached a corner, before glancing at his watch. "Oh, wow, it's already seven. I'm sorry, but I need to start heading home." Haruka nodded.
"So do I, I need to get back to my hotel room. It's right across the street, don't worry." she assured him as he opened his mouth to protest her going alone. "I have Blaziken, and all those moves you taught me, any mugger or rapist wouldn't stand a chance! Tiger Claw! One Thousand Years of PAIN!" Gohan raised a brow.
"That last one ain't mine. You've been reading Naruto. What the hell do you call that, Kancho no Jutsu?" He inquired to no one in particular, staring at the sky, and was startled when Haruka stepped forward, winding her arms around his neck and hugging him tight for a minute.
"Thank you so much."
He blinked, but returned the embrace easily.
"You're very welcome." he said quietly, and Haruka pulled away.
"How long are you here before you go?"
"All summer."
"Awesome, I'll call you." was the last thing she said before kissing him on the cheek and dashing away into a tall building across the street. Gohan smiled and turned to Pikachu.
"That was fun, sou da ne?"
Yes.
"What do you say we get home, eh, Pika-chan?"
Best idea you've had all day.
"Agreed."
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"What's he doing here?"
"Nice to see you too, Kurai-san." Gohan murmured upon walking in the door and facing the following: Sasuke, looking sheepish; one Kurai Tori staring at him like she wanted to bash his head in; Professor Oak, looking resigned; and the newcomers, looking as if they really wanted to know what was going on. The Slytherin shook his head. "Whatever."
Sasuke blinked at the uncharacteristic apathy.
"Here." Gohan said quietly, tossing a bag to the green-eyed blonde, "It's from the zoo, Haru-chan told me to give it to you."
"What's wrong, you tired?" Sasuke asked, raising a brow, and couldn't help it, he smiled when his friend scowled at him, flapping a palm.
"Quit worrying, idiot. I was all over town with Haru-chan today, I'm exhausted, and I never want to see anything resembling food until tomorrow."
"Haha, you earned it, then. Letting her manipulate you like that."
"It's not really manipulation if I know exactly what she's doing and really don't care."
"Suit yourself."
"Good, I will." Gohan retorted, and moved to sit between Harry and Draco. "And what did you guys get into today?"
"Well," Harry began, looking a little too amused for his own good, "Sasuke gave us a tour of the entire town, and showed us some more of his pokemon, and what exactly is the whole story about the daffodils?"
Ebony eyes narrowed, and Gohan glanced sharply to Sasuke.
"You told them about the daffodils?" he growled.
"Sure did."
"Suck balls."
"You're mature, aren't you?"
At the dry tone, both Gohan and Sasuke suddenly grinned at each other and shook their heads.
"We're stupid." They said at the same time.
"Agreed." They responded to each other, and burst out laughing.
"Kurai-san," Gohan suddenly spoke up, "What are you doing here, no offense meant? Just visiting Sasuke?"
The girl tossed her hair.
"Actually, I asked Oak-sensei if I could help him in the lab from time to time, seeing as I've settled down for a spell."
Sirius suddenly twitched angrily at the word "spell".
"And he said yes, so here I am."
"Oh. Good." The boy replied, pulling his hair back absently, before gently poking Draco over a bit and turning around so his head rested lightly on his friend's knees. "Oi, I'm tired."
"You're probably still affected by the trip here." Harry said knowingly, "You should probably go to bed."
FINALLY! Someone with sense. Kira sighed and grabbed her trainer's sleeve in her teeth, Come on darling, time for bed. I really don't think Draco wants you sleeping on him all night if you drop off. Come on, now.
As soon as they were out of sight up the stairs, Sirius shook his head.
"He's SO out of it."
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"Wakkie wakkie, butt-face."
"Ugh…go to hell."
"Oh, that's friendly."
"The…shit?" Blearily, Gohan opened his eyes, only to come face-to-face with a smirking Sirius.
"Wake up, kid, it's eight-thirty." he said, raking a brush through his hair and brushing his teeth at the same time, "Oak said he had something special planned, and sent me up here to wake you up-OI! That ain't nice!" The man shouted as Gohan suddenly reached over and hurled an empty pokeball at his head. "Watch where you're throwing that!"
Despite, the boy sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Is everyone else up?"
"Yes."
"Give me five minutes." he said, a clear dismissal for Sirius to get out of his room before he got another pokeball to the head.
Has anyone told you that you're really cute when you're annoyed?
"Shut up, Pikachu."
Several minutes later, the boy was dressed, and back to his usual energetic state, and, thank god for Sirius, he was more cheerful upon waking up some. Wearing a pair of jeans and a sleeveless tee shirt, he practically skipped down the stairs three at a time, Pikachu on his head, down to the main lab, where a large (see: six other people) group of people already gathered.
"Ah, and there is Ashura, good, we can get started." Oak said, smiling, and Gohan blinked.
"What's going on?"
"Oh, you were out when we discussed it, weren't you?" the man asked, then continued, "We were talking about how dangerous it is where you go to school, and I came up with the great idea, why don't I give each of your friends a pokemon to protect them, as long as they take my crash course and swear to treat them like the family that they happen to like." Gohan's jaw dropped. "Isn't it a great idea?"
"Uh….sure." He said blankly. "That's very…interesting." Suddenly, his attention turned to the tray sitting off to the side, with four pokeballs stacked up on it. "Who're you suggesting, Oak-sama?"
"Please don't call me that, and I thought that Shitsuren, Hibiki, Ei, and Hoshou would be good choices." The man responded, "What do you think?"
"I think that you made a good decision, but I'm a bit concerned about Shitsuren, are you sure-?"
"Very. She will be fine."
"Okay then, I trust your judgment."
The others exchanged glances, wondering what exactly had Gohan concerned, but shrugged it off when he did. Oak turned around again.
"Alright then, obviously, in these balls are pokemon that I have decided would be good matches with each of you. Black-san, here you go, your pokemon's name is Ei. Treat her well."
His blue-grey eyes excited, Sirius pressed the button on the ball, and in a flash of light a small Growlithe puppy sat on her behind on the floor, blinking right back up at him and wagging her cream-colored flag of a tail. Instantly, the animagus scooped her up in his arms, and she licked his face affectionately.
"What does her name mean?" Sirius asked between laughs, and Oak smiled.
"Ei means sharp, like a music sharp. You'll soon find it's rather fitting when it comes to her personality and her-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Ei interrupted him, barking shrilly. "-bark. See what I mean? Anou… Draco-kun, I'd like for you to have this little one, his name is Hibiki. I think that you'll find you like him very much." Obligingly, Draco opened his ball. (that sounds funny.)
Out popped a Sneasle, his eyes still the sapphire blue of a baby, rather than the golden of an adult.
"His name means sound, or echo."
Hibiki snarled a bit when Draco picked him up, but soon settled down rather quickly, only to begin making contented little cheeping noises. Silver eyes smiled.
"I really think I like him."
"Good, good. Now, Lupin-san, I think that Hoshou (which means security, by the way) will be a good match for you. I'm not sure why, but Ashura agreed when I told him, so I don't think it's a terrible decision. Take him out for a look." Tentatively, Remus pressed the button.
From out of the ball came a very energetic, very pink, very LOUD Skitty. Remus looked stunned for a second at the little pink thing pouncing on his shoes and batting his ankles, then reached down and picked him up, only to get a small paw planted right in the middle of his face.
"It's a-"
"Kitten, yes. I think he already likes you, Lupin-san."
Remus blinked, before smiling.
"I think I like him too."
Last one.
"And Harry-kun, I'd like for you to take Shitsuren. I'm telling you now, though, she won't be easy, but I think it's for the best." At the warning, Harry looked nervous, but nevertheless opened the ball.
Instantly, an elegant, slender Espeon was standing in front of him, violet eyes glaring. Harry knelt down and held out his hand, which was sniffed, and tried to pet her. Shitsuren shied away, fur bristling slightly, and took a defensive posture, her paws set far apart and her fangs bared.
"Easy, girl." Harry crooned softly, giving the pokemon her space, "See, I'm not going to touch you or make you upset or cause you any stress, okay? Settle down." He then turned to Gohan. "What's wrong with her?"
Gohan shook his head.
"This is why I was a little apprehensive…. You see, Shitsuren means broken heart. She's been through trainers like socks, and here has been the only permanent home she's ever had. She's not very comfortable around people or pokemon, and she's kind of…." There was a hiss from the corner, "-Hostile."
"So why give her to me?"
"Because if you can get her to trust you, she'll be a better friend than I'll ever be."
"Don't be so sure."
"Please, Leon. Be someone besides Oak-sama and me who's ever given her a chance."
"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate that tone?"
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"You know, you weren't exactly what I was thinking of when I was told I was getting a pokemon of my own." Harry murmured that afternoon. He was currently sitting outside the lab, leaning up against a tree. Shitsuren sat about six feet away, eyeing him warily, hissing if he watched her too long. She was certainly a beautiful creature, all that sleek purple fur and those slender paws, but he didn't have to be a genius to know that he was crazy for taking her on.
Just completely crazy.
"How's it going?"
Harry jolted, whirling, to see Gohan peering at him from up on a branch. He sighed.
"Not sure."
Instantly, the younger boy leapt down, striding towards the Espeon, who shrunk back warily for a second but calmed in minutes, settling for allowing him to sit next to her and tiny wags of her tails.
"How do you feel, my friend?" he asked calmly, concerned, and was answered with an indignant meow type of noise. "Come now, please be open-minded, love."
"What did she say?"
"She said that she hates your guts and asked me to drown you in a pond somewhere."
"Are you serious?"
"About the first part, yes. I made up that last bit." Gohan answered with a smile. Harry's face fell.
"But she hates me?" For some reason, the whole thing just really got at him. She didn't even know him, how the hell could she hate him yet? "Did she mention why?"
"No."
"Damn. What am I supposed to do?"
Gohan tilted his head slightly, a small, enigmatic smile curling at his lips, and Harry's eyes narrowed. He was instantly wary of an expression like that one, the one he happened to get before he said something purposefully destructive, before he got pissed and sucker-punched someone, or before someone he knew stepped into one of his pranks.
"Okay. Both of you, listen to me." Harry blinked, and Shitsuren looked up, violet eyes concentrated on what he was saying. "I give you until one week before we go back. Shitsuren, if you find that, at the end of the time, that the two of you are a truly bad match, then you are free to stay here as long as your heart desires. Harry, if you cannot get along with Shitsuren at the end of that time, then we will go out and pick a pokemon of your choice that is more fitting a match for the both of you. Agreed?" He asked, and in seconds Shitsuren had nodded her head quietly, Harry behind. "And Shitsuren, I'd really like for you to try to like him. No one likes a closed-minded eeveelution."
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Later that night, Gohan stared blankly at himself in a mirror. Wearing black, a sleeveless green tee shirt, a black trenchcoat buttoned up all the way, and black and silver boots, he felt like a yakuza. All he needed was a pair of sunglasses and a gun, and he'd be all set.
Are you ready?
"Yes." he quietly answered Aoi's question.
Are you nervous?
"Yes and no."
How so?
"Leon, Rettile, Siri-san, and Lupin-san have never seen me battle. It's only an exhibition match, but anyone who trains knows that it's impossible for any pokemon not to get hurt or bloodied. I know that you guys all love it, and I would be doing you all a huge disservice to try and stop you, but you know how I get."
We do.
"I'm afraid that I'll show a side of me that they've never seen and won't like. Hell, I don't like that side of me."
He was suddenly smacked in the head with a pokeball, courtesy of Pikachu.
Shut up, idiot. She told him obstinately. That side of you is part of who we love, and it's what helps us win. That side loves competition, and urges us to keep going even when we don't think we can, and it helps to give you strength in your commands. You need to let yourself go more often. Besides, she murmured, glancing slyly at him from the side, You love to battle just as much as we do, and if you dare deny it you're getting another pokeball to the head. She stuck a pair of sunglasses on her face, And don't you dare forget it.
Gohan blinked for about two seconds, before bursting into hysterical laughter, clutching at his sides.
"Good lord, Pikachu! Now you look like a yakuza!"
Watch it buddy, or I'll bust a cap on your ass!
"Quit it, you're making me die!"
Good! Pikachu exclaimed, taking off the glasses, and popping them on her partner's face, They look better on you. Now, put your hair up, but leave some strands down-
"Pikachu, I don't need commentary on my hairstyle." Gohan complained, making a face, but obeying anyway.
And put on these, they accentuate all the blackness. The boy was hit in the face with a pair of silver earrings in the shape of lightning bolts. There, now you look great.
"Great, my Pikachu gives me fashion tips. Why couldn't I have run into a nice, QUIET pokemon that first day?"
Shut up.
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There was a large, roaring crowd that night, when the group of people entered Viridian stadium. Oak had handed them all their tickets, and when they had all taken their seats, Harry began looking about in fascination.
"Has 'Shura never shown you his battling?" Sasuke inquired, amused with the other boy's wide-eyed stare. Harry shook his head.
"No, never."
"Then trust me, you're in for a treat."
"Sasuke-san?" An unknown voice suddenly asked from the right, and Sasuke blinked and turned, before a large grin spread over his features.
"Kiara-san, Die-san! It's great to see you again!" he responded happily, gesturing to the seat next to himself, "How are you?" The blue-haired girl beamed and eagerly took the seat, her more demure friend following her lead.
"We're just great, how are you?"
"Just fine. Are you here to see Shura?"
Die nodded.
"Yes. It's been quite a while since I've seen the little fireball battle, and I have to say that it's been boring without him."
"Is Ice really that famous?" Draco asked suddenly from Harry's left, eyes curious. Kiara's jaw dropped.
"Famous? Is he famous?" she asked, flabbergasted. "Are you aware of how much money he makes for everything he does? Exhibitions, seminars, volunteer work, contests, leagues! The only reason he's not a certified effing pokemon paramedic is because he's too young! He was the Indigo League champion at ten effing years old! If he weren't so damn nice I'd really have to hate him!"
Harry had reeled back by that point, and the only reason why Kiara had stopped talking was because Die had silenced her with a hand over her mouth.
"Please excuse her, she's a big fan and she tends to get overexcited. But she's right, he's that famous."
"Damn."
"No kidding." the redhead answered, when Sasuke spoke up.
"Can you believe that none of them have ever seen Shura battle before?"
This time, twin jaws dropped.
"SERIOUSLY?"
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"And now, what I know you've all been watching excitedly for, on the edge of your seats!" the announcer woman called out into her microphone, "This exhibition match of the evening will be between Mariah, of Littleroot," she trailed off as a girl dressed in an attractive blue skirt-suit, white necktie, and black flats walked into the stadium, her blonde hair left loose. "-And Ashura, the thunderous pride of Pallet town! Give it up for these amazing trainers!"
The four newcomers were thrown completely for a loop when a figure dressed all in black, shoes, trenchcoat, pants strode in confidently. Despite the fact that he was short, the boy walked with a purpose, Pikachu on his shoulder, and Kira and Aoi proudly at his sides.
The two competitors shook hands, and Gohan inclined his head, before, as one, they walked to opposite ends of the stadium. A hush fell over the crowd, and when they were stepped on two platforms rose up magnificently, one blue and one red. Gohan was the blue one.
"Trainers, this will be a three on three battle. You will be able to switch pokemon at will, but items will not be permitted. When a pokemon is unable to battle, if the trainer has none left, then the other wins. Are these rules understood?" Twin nods. "Then…..LETS GET THIS STARTED!"
From somewhere, a bell dinged, and both trainers tossed in a pokeball. From Mariah's came an impressive-looking Sceptile appeared, and from Gohan's, a Dragonite.
"Sceptile, fury cutter!"
"Ryuuza, dodge it now, and retaliate with ice beam!" Gohan commanded, voice laced with steel, and Harry suddenly found that he couldn't tear his eyes away as the grass type was frozen solid. Stony-faced, Gohan ordered Ryuuza to body slam the helpless pokemon into oblivion, and while Sasuke, Die, and Kiara stared in fascination and cheered, the newcomers gasped, stricken.
That was barbaric! Harry decided, and for a second couldn't even recognize his friend. This person wasn't someone he knew, this shadowy, cruel, emotionless person. The best friend he had didn't enjoy things like this, he wasn't that cruel! The ebony eyes were focused on the battle, and when Mariah changed her pokemon, so did he.
"Arcanine, tear him to shreds!"
"Kira, you're up." Gohan said calmly, and the Delcatty leapt into the ring, tail swishing fiercely.
"Arcanine, Extreme speed!"
The crowd groaned as the fire type disappeared and then slammed into Kira, who was thrown across the arena.
"Kira, get up." she obeyed, and bared her fangs eagerly, despite the fact that it was obvious that she couldn't put weight down in on of her paws and the blood oozing from a cut on her muzzle, "Bite." Kira leapt and tore a large slash in Arcanine's side, drawing both blood and an enraged roar from the other pokemon. Teeth covered in red, Kira snarled. Mariah glared.
"Arcanine, I'm tired of this. Flamethrower."
With her injury, it was impossible for the attack not to hit, Kira was knocked off her feet, and Gohan reeled when she fainted, leaping down to meet the paramedics and to reassure his pokemon, though no one knew that that was what he had done. When the ring was once again clear, he ascended the stairs again, and gestured to Pikachu.
"You're up. Thunder."
Pikachu obliged angrily in retaliation of her fallen friend, and in an instant Arcanine was down for the count.
"Good girl."
"Fight thunder with thunder! Jolteon, thunderbolt!"
"You too!"
None of the four held any visible remorse in their eyes as both attacks hit, but neither did much damage; Jolteon yelped, and Pikachu was merely thrown back.
"Pikachu, slash."
"Jolteon, dodge it-shit!" Pikachu's attack hit, and from the stands, Harry winced. He didn't know how much more of this he could stand! "Pin missile!" Pikachu yelped in pain, and without waiting for the command she would Gohan would issue launched an assault that people would talk of for months. For several seconds, a brilliant light filled the stadium, and no one could see anything, until there was a loud crackling noise, and suddenly, Jolteon was lying unconscious in the middle of the stadium.
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER!"
Gohan visibly sighed, and without a word walked down the stairs and kneeled down next to Mariah, who was cradling Jolteon, and handed her a full restore, while spraying Pikachu with another. She stared at him silently, her eyes full of tears, but took the bottle, spraying it on her pokemon. Jolteon instantly awoke, the potion being of excellent quality, and the girl smiled, first hugging Jolteon, then shocking her opponent by whirling around and embracing him as well.
"Aw, now that's nice." The announcer sighed, smiling, "I'm glad to see that there are no hard feelings between you two. If you want, you can stay after to talk…to…the…..fans?" she trailed off as Gohan suddenly leapt to his feet and bolted out in the opposite direction, flinging open the door with a red cross on it, the room where they were keeping Kira.
Several minutes later, Oak gestured for them to get up, and silently, they followed him.
Sirius was pale, and had released Ei from her ball to carry her, raking shaking fingers through her fur. Draco showed few outward signs of shock, but he too was paler than normal. (even for him.) Remus, on the other hand, looked completely stricken.
"Are you guys alright?" Sasuke inquired, concerned. "You don't look too good."
"How can you do that?" Harry quietly answered the question with a question, "It's inhumane. How on Earth-?"
"You don't understand." Sasuke's green eyes were solemn, and held just a touch of coldness, and at the same time understanding. "You don't understand."
"What don't I understand?"
"Shura. You obviously don't understand Shura."
A tense silence cloaking them, they opened the door and walked in, the one figure in the room not noticing them. Kira sat on the bed, conscious and awake, with only a few bandages to show that she had been hurt, and held perfectly still. Gohan knelt down beside the bed, and had his arms wrapped around his pokemon, his face buried in her fur.
All was silent as he suddenly shivered and began to sob.
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I'm am SO sorry this is late. I only recently got my inspiration back. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, so read and review and tell me what you think, and I promise that I'll reply!