Category: Pokémon

Rating: M

Couples: ?/OC

Warnings: AU, hint of rape/character death

Chapter: 2

Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot © by me

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"But you helped deal with it." Korrina's voice was a couple octaves higher than usual. "We all did. Why are they now blaming you for it?"

"Because they want to blame someone and Lysandre is… gone." Diantha was sitting in an armchair, face buried in her hands. "And I guess I am the best target for that since I was in charge during it."

"Makes one wonder if they shouldn't put themselves on trail." Olympia mused, eyes lidded as she looked at the Champion.

"As if." Malva muttered, leaning against the table with yet another giant mug of black coffee beside her. "They'd put us all on trail before admitting to any wrongdoing on their end."

"Still, no offense, but there should have been better targets than Diantha." Wulfric gestured to Malva herself. "But they really haven't seen sense?"

"They have latched onto the idea of putting me on trail like they're Shellders and I am a Slowpoke tail." The Champion sighed. "First court-session is next week."

"That's not much time." Valeria whispered, wing-sleeves held close to her body. Diantha grunted in agreement, rubbing her forehead. "Did they at least unfreeze your assets so you can actually afford a lawyer?"

"They didn't." Wikstrom answered for the actress. "Diantha will have to spend most of the upcoming week trying to play the rules to get a Pro Deo lawyer."

"If they'll even let her have one of those, considering she's worth millions." Viola pointed out. "Should we put money together to afford one?"

"No." The white-clad woman looked up. "They want this to be a media-circus. I will not give them that. League business will continue as usual. I'll deal with this myself."

"Diantha..." Ramos was stopped from speaking by an uncharacteristic death-glare from the seated female.

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"Olympia." The rest had left, but Diantha had asked the purple-haired woman for a moment longer of her time. "How do your visions work?"

"Strange question." The Psychic-type Gym Leader stood like a pillar where she had been since entering the room. "I suppose, in short, the more I look for an outcome, the clearer I will see it, but the less the likelihood that it is an outcome set in stone."

"Meaning?"

"Mmh… what would be a good example?" The older woman moved now, slowly crossing the room to a chair next to the Champion. "I suppose, let's say you ask me to look at your wedding with Sycamore. I will see every detail; the exact arrangement of flowers, I would be able to tell you your choice of perfume down to the exact bottle… and then decades pass, and you realize it never came to pass because you married Grant." She tilted her head lightly. "It's why my most defining sights are those that come upon me unawares. Because I did not look for them at all, they are set in stone."

"Even if they are vague as all hell." Diantha chuckled weakly. "'Green fire'? Where did that come into play?"

"I am sure Lysandre can tell you all about it." The other woman offered a gentle smile. "Shall I next time just show you the vision and make no attempt at determining what's going on?"

"Please no." The Champion squeaked a bit at the prospect. "Anyway, so if I were to ask you what would happen if I take up the fight?"

Olympia blinked once, then merely shrugged and pulled her Pokéballs from nowhere. "I can try, certainly. It's only an indication though."

"I'll take it." Diantha watched as the two Meowstic appeared in the air around their trainer. "Do you perform a ritual or something?"

"Perhaps two decades ago I needed that, but not anymore." All three Psychics glowed as their eyes closed. Kalos' famous actress had no choice but to wait, anxious about this newest mess. "I see a war, a battle that will make the League tremble."

"That doesn't sound good." The brown-haired female leaned forward a bit.

"I have seen worse." The Gym Leader smiled lightly, getting up to return home. "If you ask me, take up the fight."

"Can I complain if it goes wrong?" They walked towards the exit together, where Wulfric was waiting for his ride home. As the two Leaders were the last to leave, Diantha wandered down into the League Castle's gardens to take what might well be her last chance of relaxation before the new storm broke.

Shortly after she had sat down, her Gardevoir came out of her Pokéball. "Felt my emotions, didn't you?"

"Gar..." The graceful white Pokémon sat down as well, leaning against her trainer.

"Well, we'll see how it well goes." The human leaned back, looking up at the clouds passing overhead. "That one looks like an Deino, don't you think?" She pointed one out.

The Psychic-type accepted her trainer's desire to focus on something else than what was upcoming and also turned her attention to the clouds overhead.

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Allortan looked in doubt at the message he had received. Word of the imminent trail of Diantha had started to spread across Kalos through the grapevine. He had heard of it himself and now this mail had arrived.

He was a lawyer, perhaps easily one of the best Kalos had to offer. As such he wasn't that surprised that a request had come in for him to represent her. But he was quite confused at the hoops he'd have to jump through. Having all assets frozen, Diantha could not pay his fee, but being still in official possession of said assets, she was too rich to be represented Pro Deo.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his chair. "Oizys?"

His eldest daughter, working as his secretary, opened the door to look at her father. Her deep-green hair was cut in a short bob that curled upward at the front. "Yes?"

"Do I have time on monday? I received a case then."

"I'll check." She disappeared outside again, leaving the door open. "You do. It was supposed to be your day off with mom though."

"She'll understand." He made a face at the realization that he'd have to wait a good couple weeks for some quality-time with her now.