A/N:
Welcome to my story, dear reader.
This is my first fan fiction. I hope I can do a good job but probably won't.
In this story, we'll follow Jin, the newly crowned Hoenn Champion as he gets warped a thousand years forward into the future by Dialga after it lost control and unleashed hell into the Hoenn region. How will he adapt to his predicament? And more importantly, why was he warped in the first place?
This is an AU story. Most canon characters will not appear, and if they do, they'll be the exception. The events that will unfold are totally unrelated to any anime/manga content. Also, this is not a traditional Pokémon story. Battling, although present, will not be the main focus. Our protagonist will most likely not pursue a League challenge, and if he does it will not be all that important. By any means will this be a slice of life, though. Please keep that in mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, bla bla bla. I only own this story, which you are free to share.
Prologue: Part 1
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the match of the year!" A masculine voice reverberated through the stadium, amplified through the speakers spread around the stands. It could be heard clearly despite all the noise and hustle that you'd expect from the thousands of spectators that had gathered.
"The moment we all have been waiting for! Today we will all bear witness! A battle with no quarter! The best trainers from all around Hoenn have faced each other, through sweat and blood, until only one remained! And now, he will be facing off against the champion! Who will come out on top?! Who is it going to take it all?! But before we get into that… Pristine Arena, ARE YOU READY?"
The stadium trembled as the crowd yelled and cheered.
Pristine Arena, the stadium in which the 34th Hoenn League Championship was being hosted. It had the capacity to accommodate almost 70.000 people, yet you could hardly find an empty spot tonight.
The shoutcaster, called Alan, adjusted his tie, a smile forming in his face.
"That's more like it!", he added.
Another wave of cheers swept the arena.
"Today's battle is indeed going to be awesome" a female voice chimed in. "What a better way to end the season than the long-awaited showdown between the two most powerful trainers in the world"
"That's right, Beth" Alan continued. "And fear not, we've got you covered in case you've been living under a rock and don't know who we are talking about. Allow me to introduce the main actors for today. First, let's start with our challenger. From Rustboro city, and only 19 years old, a bright future lies ahead of him. He has battled and vanquished all the opposition, and now he's ready to take on the Hoenn champion himself. A round of applause, please, for our challenger, Jin."
As he finished speaking, a young man started walking from the tunnel entrance, while the crowd roared in anticipation. He was a bit shy of 1.8m (5'8 feet) and had short black hair, messily arranged without any evident order. His eyes were green, and he could be considered leaning on the handsome side. He was wearing a black and white hoodie paired with grayish jeans. A flashy pair of red and white sneakers rounded up his attire.
"Despite his young age, Jin already has a great record in professional battles" Beth intervened. "Winner of the 13th edition of the Mauville open this year, and second place at the factory draft invitational tournament. He also Top8'ed last year in the previous edition of the Hoenn League Championship."
"That's impressive, for sure" Alan moved on. "But does he have what it takes to match up against the Champion?" After a dramatic pause, he continued. "Winner of the 31st edition of the Hoenn League Championship where he debuted as a challenger, and defending Champion ever since, I'd run out of breath before I can finish with his list of accomplishments. But he doesn't need no introduction… All hail Champion Melkar!"
The crowd burst out in a frenzy. Another man, around his thirties, appeared from the tunnel entrance and made his way to the center of the field.
"I guess we are about to find out, Alan."
When the Champion was in position, both men stared intently into each other eyes. After what felt like an eternity, Melkar extended his arm towards the challenger, his hand open. He took the handshake.
After a brief exchange of words, in which Melkar seemed to do most of the talking, both participants walked away to their respective positions.
A woman stood by the edge of the delimited battlefield, dressed in a black uniform and holding a flag in each of her hands. She raised her left arm, signaling the Champion to send out his Pokémon first.
He grabbed a poké ball from his belt, and it enlarged in his hand. Calm and confident, he threw it out a few meters away from him. A flashing light came out of the now open poké ball.
A man was sitting in his chair in front of a rather big desk, his head laid back and his eyes closed. A faint snoring could be heard coming from him. He was wearing a white coat on top of black t-shirt and blue sweatpants. Not the best choice of clothes, but he felt compelled to wear his coat when he working, even if it was just a monitoring session. The desk contained a laptop that placed in front of the man and several weird machines stacked against each other, featuring a range of flashing LEDs and buttons. Various numbers and graphs could be seen in their screens, probably some readings of some sort. One particular machine had a needle that was slowly oscillating over a stream of white-bluish paper, writing a sinusoidal form in black ink as it did so. The machine also emitted a mild beeping sound every few seconds. To the untrained eye, it could easily be confused for some sort of seismograph. Its purpose wasn't monitoring tectonic activity, however, but something else entirely.
The needled spiked a bit, and the machine let out a slightly stronger but still innocuous beep, before returning back to the usual oscillation. A few minutes went by, the deep breathing from the asleep man and the weak beeping of the machine as the only sounds that could be heard in the room. The needle, however, continued spiking mildly every now and then.
A few seconds later, the needle spiked again, except more wildly this time. The machine beeped loudly this time. But the needle didn't recover like before, instead it started thrashing wildly, writing a much bigger form down the paper feed. The beeping sound also picked up in intensity and frequency, becoming very loud and annoying.
The man ghasped, finally waken up by the unusual activity. Still groggily, he picked up his glasses while cursing and set his eyes on the device. The device looked like it was about to explode. It rumbled from the erratic and violent spiking of the needle attached, and it was beeping very menacingly.
"Stupid machine, you're acting up again?" He stood up and walked closer to check the readings.
"Yep, you're clearly malfunctioning" he said out loud.
The man sighed and walked away, sitting down again in front of his laptop. He was going to verify the readings he just saw. He was more annoyed than concerned, the machine had been malfunctioning and parsing incorrect readings for the last 2 weeks. He typed a bit in his computer and several windows started popping up in his screen. The annoyed look on his face was slowly receding as he kept typing and checking on different graphs and data readings, only to be replaced by a wild expression of bewilderment.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
Back at Pristine Arena, the battle taking place was at its peak. Two huge monitors, one on each side of the stadium were featuring the state of the match, acting as a scoreboard. Both participants were down 3 Pokémon already.
On the battlefield, however, a Hariyama stood menacingly on Melkar's side of the field. At its feet lay a Pokémon that resembled a pelican, who just had gotten a beating. The challenger recalled his fainted Pelipper. Even tough he was now down 1 Pokémon, he didn't look anxious. His face only showed determination as he reached out for another poké ball in his belt. He brought it close to his face, and whispered something to it before throwing it, releasing an Alakazam.
"Alaka" said the just released Pokémon.
"Yama!" the Hariyama countered.
Both Pokémon stared at each other for a while, studying each other. Hariyama was flexing his huge hands, while the Alakazam remained perfectly still.
"If you don't want to take the initiative, then by my guest!" Melkar said "Hariyama, approach and force palm!"
The Alakazam remained on its place, closing his eyes in concentration and seemingly unworried by Hariyama's quick advance. No words came out from the challenger mouth, but when Hariyama had closed the distance and struck his foe, his hands glowing with energy, Alakazam disappeared at the last second only to reappear behind her target, a malicious orb of dark energy already forming in her right hand.
"Step aside!" Melkar yelled.
"Ha!" Hariyama was quick to respond, and he jumped to his left just as the shadow ball passed furiously just millimeters away from his right shoulder. The Alakazam, however, was already preparing her next attack, her eyes glowing a faint blue tone.
"For the mother of god, what do I have to say to get in the call with the disaster prevention secretary!" The scientist yelled at his phone, clutching it in his hand as if he were trying to crush it.
"Sir, please calm down and explain the situation" a woman's voice responded on the other end.
"I've already explained the situation to the two people to whom I've spoken before you! This is a national-scale emergency! I need to speak to the secretary immediately!"
"Okay sir, let me see if I can locate him. Please hold the line."
Resigning herself, the woman put the call on hold and called the secretary. He wasn't going to like it.
"Yes, Shauna? What's the matter" The secretary answered the phone.
"Sir, it's mister Kleid again. He requested to speak to you urgently."
"Dammit! Can't he leave me alone even during Saturday night? They are playing the finals as we speak, and it's already heating up"
"Sorry sir, I know it's the third time he's called this week, but he seemed really agitated and claimed it was a national emergency this time"
"Ugh, fine, connect me with him. It better be good though, or he'll hear me out!"
"Right away sir"
She connected the call shortly after
"Mister Kleid?" The secretary asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Hello secretary, sorry to bother you at this time but we've got quite the situation"
"I'm listening"
"The integrity recorder is giving very anomalous readings; something is very wrong."
"You called the other day, warning us about 'anomalous' readings, but when we were about to discuss them with the League's crisis committee you just told us it was the device that was malfunctioning and made us…"
"This time is for certain!" Kleid cut off, angst mixed with desperation in his voice. "The scale is much bigger, and I went all the way to manually check independent sensors and cross-reference all the data. There is no mistaking it, something is going to blow off! You must declare the state of emergency!"
"The state of emergency?" Now the secretary was getting pissed. "What makes you think we need to go that far? Other anomalous readings were dealt in the past without even having to notify the president!"
"But it's so much worse now!" Kleid pleaded. "I've never seen such a high disturbance in the space-time. In fact, such levels have NEVER been recorded before. The aura needle is going insane!"
"What threat level are we talking about here? What are the potential consequences?" This was looking worse than he anticipated.
"I'm not sure. We've never seen this before. For what I can tell, a wormhole could appear, or the whole universe could rip open!"
Now he is just ranting, the secretary thought. He needed to deescalate the situation in order to obtain some information.
"Alright mister Kleid, please calm down. From 0 to 100, how confident you are that the readings are accurate?"
"Umm, 99… point nine, sir" his voice was shaking
"And from 0 to 100, 100 being Groudon's awakening last century, how dangerous do you think the situation is?"
"uh, 100, sir… no, 120… sir! We need to take action now!"
"Understood, I'm calling the president to explain the situation and request that he declares the state of emergency. I'll also warn the crisis committee and call for an urgent meeting so that we can start looking into it as soon as possible. Mister Kleid, while I do that please send us all the information you have right now, and keep a close eye on the integrity recorder's readings. I'll give you my private number, notify me immediately of any change of course."
"Got it, secretary. I'll do just that"
Shit, the secretary thought as he ended the call. This was very bad. He fiddled with his phone until he found the president's contact. I really wish mister Kleid is wrong this time…
A/N:
If you've made it this far, thank you!
I wanted to settle the foundations of the story in my first chapter, but it was taking way too long so I split the prologue in two parts.
Feel free to leave a review, they'll encourage me to keep going. I'm also open to criticism, but please be constructive. Don't just tell me my story sucks, because that's what meanies do :(
Also, a fair warning: for as many virtues as I have (not really), diligence is not one of them. I have a rough idea of where I want this story to go, but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to pull through. I know its kind of lame to be writing this on my first chapter of my first story, but I feel compelled to do so.
Anyways, see you soon! (hopefully)
-Zvhxii-