Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or its characters.
Author's Notes: Another Chapter on the shorter side, but I guess is enough for what it is... You can only put so much plot forward things before gets too much, right?
On another side note, I will ramble a bit here... I'm always asking for Reviews, comment this... talk about that. I know, its kind of annoying, you guys just want to enjoy the story and continue with your day. Buuut... I ask for these reviews to make the story even better. Sometimes I forgot about some details or spend too much time doing a side thing and I get too engrossed on that, so much that I can't see what is right there. You know how it goes, someone from "the outside" can have a better view about some details than I do, because of how tunnel vision I'm at the time.
Bah, sorry for the long rant, lets start the chapter.
"They're expecting you, sir." A male grunt dressed in their customary black clothing slightly bowed in front of the stern-looking red-haired man. "Right this way, please."
Adjusting his glasses with one hand, Maxie carefully observed the slim man. He gave a small nod, telling the receptive person to go along and show the way. The former criminal leader is dressing in a set of formal clothing, most colored with a bright red or dark orange, Maxie still unable to let go of his liking for this set of colors.
Watching his every corner of the underground building at each step, Maxie noticed the unusual lack of personal, or at least he perceived as very strange the excessive free space at each hallway. The few and far between grunts presents are stacking crates and more crates of black boxes in various rooms.
Distracted with his own little investigation he barely noticed the man in front of him stopping and knocking a couple of times on a metallic door. "Ma'am, our guest is here." The grunt said loud enough to be heard, but still not loud enough to be yelled at for being noisy. He stepped aside and pointed for Maxie to enter the room.
Raising one brow in suspicion, Maxie took a step in and pressed the button at the side; the heavy door sliding upwards, opening the way. Fixing his glasses with two fingers, Maxie walked inside the room the door closing behind him. He eyed the burly man sitting on a large chair to his right side and then shifted his attention to the beautiful woman sitting at the head of the large table.
"Mister Maxie, I am glad you accepted our invitation." The blond woman gave a welcoming smile to her guest; she leaned against her seat and folded her arms under her large breasts. "Please, take a seat."
Her friendly smile managed to unsettle the red-haired man to an extent. However, he cleared his throat, which managed to shook the feeling away. Still wary of those two, Maxie pulled one the large chairs at the left side and took his seat alone on that side of the large and long table. "Before you waste your time with a long speech, trying to pull me onto anything. Tell me… how did you find my number?"
"One of yours spilled the beans." Raz grunted the answer, a crooked smile on his face. Seeing the glare he received from Maxie, the muscled grumpy man raised his arms in a sign of peace. "Chill with the angry scowl. They gave it by their own volition."
"As my friend here said." Leyla said with a certain dark tone as she referred to the friend part. "Someone that worked under your great vision saw the good we're trying to do here. Thus, they decided it is of everyone's interest to reach out to you."
Maxie hummed quietly, holding one hand on his chin. "If this person truly worked under me, they also know that I left that life behind… we all did."
"Yet I find that difficult to believe." Leyla replied with a playful tone. "How can you give up so easily? Someone with such grandeur vision, that went on the beyond the limits any other would go for that dream."
A banging sound echoed inside the room. Frowning deeply in frustration, Maxie slammed his hands on the table's surface. "Someone that utterly failed." He threw sharp glares at the blond woman. "I woke Groudon from his sleep, made that beast achieve his original primal form… and failed to realize that he would not obey me."
"But someone gained control over him." Her tone coming out as a questioning one. "That never poked a curiosity inside your head?"
An annoyed sigh came from the red-haired lips. "I almost lost my mind over the next months… How…? Why…? A child was able to subdue a primal. That was inconceivable to me, frustrating… Humiliating." Maxie took his glasses out and rubbed his eyes with the free hand. "Why that brat?"
"Because he is a guardian." The deep, ragged voice of the grumpy enforcer caught Maxie' attention.
"A guardian?" The red-haired looked at the man, his eyes wide with confusion.
"Yes, a guardian. A rare kind of person." Raz stared directly at their guest' eyes. "Someone that has been chosen by the supreme deity of the region. An avatar of their will… Or so I have been told." He shrugged not really interested in the topic.
"So… I was destined to fail." He let out a disheartened chuckle, massaging his left temple.
"Only if you want to." Leyla reached out with her words, a soothing tone present in her voice. "Maxie, the perfect world is right there, in reach to be grasped." She raised one hand, pleading with her eyes. "Join us in your mission. With you and your followers by our side, we will succeed where Team Magma failed."
"Is that so?" Maxie scoffed, giving the blond beauty a look of indifference. "Larger in number would be a nice change from before, however… That still doesn't change the fact that only this… Guardian can bend the beasts under their will."
"Oh darling, that is not a problem." Leyla tapped the surface of the sturdy table, a little compartment door sliding open revealing blue transparent buttons under it. As her fingers swiftly typed on the small keyboard, the large screen on the wall began to flicker showing the map of Hoenn, together with various pictures of Groudon and Kyogre.
Slowly, the friendly façade on the blond woman's face change to a wicked scowl of pure evil. "We have a guardian of our own." She licked her lower lip as she finished speaking the words.
'Hmph… more like we have a lunatic of our own.' Raz frowned at the simple mention of this person.
Jolting from her seat, the acting leader of Rainbow Rocket stood up and walked over to the giant map. "This." She pointed over a specific spot on the map. "Will be the birthplace of our new world."
The red-haired man, who had decided to dismiss anything they would throw at him, suddenly felt a jolt running upwards in his spine. He jumped from his seat, his eyes gleaming with a bright light, his lips quivering, threatening to part away in a grin. "That is…" He reached forward, trying to touch something that is not really there.
"Yes, Maxie." She cooed softly. "It's the genesis of your dream."
"Guardian?!' Brendan eyed the pair of strangers, wrinkling his forehead at the nonsense.
"Pretty much, yeah." Ethan replied with a happy little nod.
"A slice of Choco-ice cream cake, just like you ordered." The lovely old lady laid a small white plate on the table, sliding the juice dessert over to the golden-eyed youth.
"Oh, thank you." Ethan drooled a little after seeing his cake, he promptly grabbed the little fork at the side and prepared himself to devour his treat. However, despite how eager he showed himself to eat the cake, he stopped himself and glanced over to the teapot. "You mind?" He asked Brendan.
"Ah… suit yourself." Brendan responded shaking his head slightly, so much for drinking his tea in peace.
"How nice of you." The raven-haired champion tilted his head and smiled. With the permission given, Ethan pulled a cup to himself and poured the hot tea with a gleam in his eyes. "Oh, Silver. You want some?" He asked his partner.
And in response received a grumpy grunt from the scarlet-haired man.
"Swo…" Ethan gulped down the large piece of cake he had stuffed inside his mouth, drinking a large sip of his tea for good measure. "So, what is your deal?" He leaned forward on the table, eying his fellow guardian, eagerly waiting for the response.
"My deal? What you're talking about?" Brendan furrowed his brow, holding the tip of his mug on his lips.
"Your powers… you know. The stuff you can do that others can't." Ethan noticed the growing confusion on the longhaired young man, making him sigh in frustration. "Nothing changed with you after meeting, what is their name again… Rayquaza?!"
"We flew to space… if that counts." Brendan shrugged, clearly not getting why of the utter disappointment on the raven-haired man' face.
"You can… at least talk with Pokémon… right?" Ethan reached out of one last straw, hoping he would get the right answer from Brendan. However, after long ten seconds of awkward silence, Ethan gasped clapping his free hand onto his face. "You can't be serious. Let me get a few things straight here." He shifted in his seat, his tone going from the easy-going usual way of talking to a deadly serious one. "You…" He pointed to Brendan. "Were the one that stopped Groudon when he rampaged all those years ago, right?"
"Yes…" Brendan responded with a raised brow.
Ethan continued "And you met with the reigning deity of Hoenn, which led you to somehow stop something bad from happening."
"Yeah… that sounds about right." Brendan nodded, sipping on his tea as he gave little mind to the questioning from the other man.
In utter frustration, Ethan pulled a Poké-Ball out of his pockets and called out one of his Pokémon. "Please Happy, say hi to our friend."
A cheerful looking Sudowoodo jumped happily in front of his trainer and gladly changed his attention to the brown-haired man. He cried out in good spirits, waving his rocky branches at the stranger.
"Hm… hi?" Brendan waved one hand, still not getting what was the point Ethan was trying to make.
"You… really don't understand them, do you?" Ethan growled softly, calling his easygoing Pokémon back to his Poké-Ball. "Happy is the most friendly Pokémon you will ever meet, but he has a nasty mouth that one. If you had understood even one word he just spouted out, surely you would react differently to it."
Silver noticed the look Brendan was giving his partner, he could not help himself but chuckle. "I know how stupid that sounds, but he is speaking the truth." He shifted his gaze over to the side, eying his friend. "I know, coming from a stranger like me, these words hold no meaning to you, but… You can trust him."
"Then, every guardian can speak with Pokémon?" Brendan tried to follow the conversation, doing his best to be open minded. "And… I'm a guardian too?"
"Correct, both parts." Ethan nodded. "After receiving our mark, every guardian gains the ability to truly understand what any Pokémon talks. Well, that and a few other things."
"That is a lot to take in… and to tell the truth. I don't think I can bring myself to believe that." Brendan eyed the raven-haired man, still unsure if he should keep talking with them. "Mark, huh… What is yours?"
"The eyes." Pointed upwards with his thumb, Ethan emphasized the glittering color of his bright eyes. "See. They are golden. Before, I had normal grey eyes until Ho'oh gave me his mark."
"Eyes, huh…" Brendan's mind drifted away, immersing itself onto his memories. A reflection of himself, with a bright red eye burning on his face. "That, I can relate to." He has spoken with his eyes still fazed with a clouded image of his past self.
"From the look on your face, I can see that you somewhat get this now. However, the eyes are just a mirror, reflecting the real deal." Ethan continued his explanation, practically ignoring the cake he so desperately wanted to eat. "The mark has the same glow as the gift within us." He placed his hand on his chest.
"Gift… If a glowing murderous eye is this mark you speak of, I see this 'gift' only as a curse." Brendan spat out, frowning as he remembered the horrible things he did under the influence of this 'gift'.
"That thing on the beach, huh?" Ethan frowned, relating to the bad feeling the longhaired champion is feeling. "I saw most of it."
"You were there?" Brendan raised his gaze up to Ethan, frowning a little bit more.
"But only one of your eyes changed… that is wrong." Ignoring the question, Ethan placed his index finger on his lower lip and pondered. "Maybe you didn't truly awaken as a guardian, instead only partially…?" He frowned himself, finding no real answer inside his head despite how hard he tried to come up with something. "This Rayquaza surely could be more helpful… Well, whatever it is, you need to fix it."
"If that would fix my… problem. I would gladly fix it." Maybe fixing this situation, Brendan could rid himself of the dark voice of primals creeping in when he loses his composure even for a bit.
"That is not the only thing you need to fix." Silver jumped in, growing tired of being a mute spectator. The red-haired leaned in closer to the table and pushed his partner to the side. "Rainbow Rocket." The words made Brendan stiffen and jolt slightly. "That's the real reason why we came here."
"Oh… And what do you know about this… group?" Brendan did little effort to hide the venom in his voice, the mere mention of these criminals makes his blood boil with anger.
"A lot and we will share all of it with you. But before that, I need you to promise something to us." Silver said in a stern voice, his tone always serious and straight to the point a contrast to the way his partners operates.
"And what would that be?" Brendan rested his left arm on the support of the chair at his side, trying to pretend he was mildly disinterested in the request.
"Whatever happens, whatever you may hear… You will help us stop my father." Silver looked straight into his eyes, his expression never wavering from the stern and seriousness of it.
'Father?' Brendan twitched in his seat, clenching his eyes as he eyed the scarlet-haired feminine man. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Deal." He accepted without hearing much else of the terms of this promise, but if it is to bring down Rainbow Rocket, he doesn't care about the details.
"Okay…" Silver breathed in, slow and hard. "I will tell you everything."
"Nothing…. Nothing again!" The blue and red-eyed Brendan dug deeply with his fingers onto the sandy ground. He leaned backward, standing on his knees as he looked around him, several other medium-sized holes next to him. His fingers twitching with pain, faint little lines of blood running at the tips, close to his nails. "Dammit… Where is it?"
A golden dust cloud arises from further in, Armaldo following the orders he was given is digging furiously at the sand, making tunnel after tunnel after the mysterious prize. And in contrast of the rushed madness unfolding at the deserted beach, Linoone is laying down under the shadow of some trees, resting peacefully as per command of his new friend.
"I need to find it…. I'm losing time." Hearing himself speak, Brendan froze up, holding his mouth open as he looked at nothing specifically. "Losing time? For what?" He jolted his arms up, digging his dirtied fingers into his loose long hair. Grunting and trembling in pain, he bent forward almost unnaturally, resting his forehead at the warm sand. "What I am supposed to do? What is this feeling of longing?"
He rolled over, falling at his side. With his odd-colored eyes staring at the clear blue sky, the confused young man bit his lips, feeling a lone tear roll over to the side of his cheek. "Is it Zinnia? Do I miss her?" He shook his head somewhat violently, frowning as he did. "No, that is not it. What is wrong with me?"
"Wow! Quite a hardcore redecoration you're doing over here." Walking out from the shadows of the trees, Violet casually called out to get Brendan's attention. She skipped over the multiple holes in her way and stood over a few steps away from him. "Hi." She beamed a cheerful smile as he turned his head to look at her.
With a very transparent scoff, Brendan glared at the easygoing girl frowning with utter irritation. "Who are you?" He practically spat the question out, the pointy bit of his canine tooth appearing under his upper lip.
"I'm Violet, nice to meet you." The girl with pinky twin-ponytail sighed at the unfriendly welcome she was getting. "Geez, no need to burn me with those eyes. I'm here to help you."
"Pfft… And in what a stranger could help me with?" He replied dryly, still upholding his hostile stance. "You don't know me…" His frown deepened, his gaze drifting away from her features. 'Who could she know me? Sometimes feels like I don't know my own person.'
"Ah, but that is not true at all, Brendan." Her sweet smile twisted itself into a grin as she noticed his entire body go stiff at the mention of his name. Still, that was not a good enough reaction to her. "Or should I say, Deoxys?"
From stiff to completely frozen, Brendan's eyed fell into a cold and dark cloud. His lips twitched, as he tried to speak out. "Wh… What?" Taking a lot of effort to break himself from his confusion, Brendan slid his gaze back to the girl. This name felt so strange and alien to him, yet… so familiar.
"Huh? You don't remember?" Violet tilted her head to the right, looking down at him with fake pity in her features. "That won't do. I can't leave my precious friend so clueless to what he is." Seeing how much her words have shaken him, Violet quickly skipped a few small hops closer to the kneeled man, her eyes never leaving the prize. "Feeling lost… Like you don't know where to go or where you truly belong to?" Her voice now smoother, like a sirens call drawing him closer to her. "I can help you remember… truly remember, who you are." She reached out with one hand, leaving it in the air waiting for Brendan to take the next step. "But only if you want to."
He wants to know… he needs to know. He is Brendan that much is clear to him, as clear as the sun shining at the sky above them. Yet something is not right, deep down he knows that is more to it, a secret not even himself knows of.
"I…" Brendan slowly raised his arm, his hand going over to hers. "Please… help me take this hollow feeling away."
Violet gave him a bittersweet little smile, but on the inside, she was smirking to no end. 'This is too easy.' She thought to herself as she squeezed his hand hard and firmly. "I will help you…" Taking her hand back, the pink-haired girl pulled a square device out of her overly colored bag and handed it out to him. "I will show you, who you truly are."
Brendan eyed the darkened screen of the device on his hand, his eyes trailed up to the girl leaning down onto him. She smiled again and pointed to the black screen; her fingers going over to a small button and with a low click sound, the thing came to life with a static image onto it.
"Let us take a trip to the past, a few days earlier." She said with an evil gleam, her true intentions barely not oozing out from her mouth. With another click, the video began to play, old footage rolled in front of Brendan's eyes.
At each passing minute, Brendan's expression changed more and more. He started with an anxious look, then slowly changing to denial and distrust; as the video marched its way to the end, his face has already turned to a scowl of complete disdain. 'This can't be right… It has to be fake, right?' He looked over to the gooey creature falling down from its glassy prison down to the salt invading waters, the camera position swiftly changing from that isolated room to one out at the main floor, staring directly at the overflowed stairs.
His eyes widened, that scene was all too real to him, all too familiar. A naked man, crawling out from the flooded entrance, puking out water and strange liquids from his mouth. There is no mistaking it, that man… that thing, it is him. As his naked-self walked out of the destroyed Rainbow Rocket base, the video stopped and the screen went black again.
Violet eagerly waited from an explosive reaction, a scream of frustration or a violent outburst, yet nothing came. "From a strange being that came from the sky, you were changed, modified to become something else, someone else." She started to provoke him further, looking to push him even more over the edge. "Do you remember now? Anything?"
Blue and red flared up, his eyes burning with a fierce light. Brendan growled painfully, he covered his face with both hands and cried out softly. "I remember… being born… It was dark, cold. I was there, no… he was there." He jolted to the side as if stabbed be something invisible on his chest. "Together with that green monster, he assaulted me…. He killed me for nothing."
Everything rushed in, the fight on space against a green dragon. The small human riding on top of it, the missing part of his mind-puzzle being placed down on the blank spot. The pain stopped, the confusion stopped.
Getting himself back up, he sat down on the sand holding his head down. Large bangs of brown hair flowing from his forehead sides, hiding his glowing eyes under them. Digesting everything in silence, he ignored the impatient looking girl at his side and focused entirely on what was all of this.
"So? Do you know now?" Violet asked, taking the first step into this new conversation.
"Aa…" He responded with a disheartened chuckle. "My 'life' from before doesn't matter anymore. It died on space with me…"
"That… is not what I expected." She frowned deeply. The sheer frustration building up inside of her was enough to make her hands twitch with the wanting feeling of slapping this man at his face.
"I… dammit, Brendan killed Deoxys on that day. But I was reborn as Brendan in return, this is my truth." He sighed with a strange silent chuckle following after, which slowly transformed into a burst of dark laughter. "Hahah, the irony of life. Gahahaha!"
"So, should I call you Brendan or Deoxys?" In an overfriendly act, Violet sat down next to him and landed her arm on top of his shoulder.
Her touch startled him, making him break his streak of laughter with a creeping silence. He thought about the answer, a long and profound consideration of what he should say. Then his eyes trailed down to the reflection on the black screen of the device on his hands. His figure was almost the same, but darkened and shrouded, with only his bright eyes completely visible on it. "Neither." He said sternly. "I will never be Deoxys… that was only a name given to me by strangers. But I cannot be Brendan, not yet." He clenched his hands together, some cracking sounds coming from his fists with the amount of force he was putting into it. "Until I claim everything that is his, I cannot be Brendan. So until that day comes, I will be Spiegel."
That was it, the sinister and bold words coming from this man is everything Violet hoped for. She felt her body tremble with excitement, now all was set in stone and her plan would start to take form. Not resisting the urge, she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a strange hot feeling over her successful machinations.
"Here." Bren… Spiegel raised his left hand, giving back her device. Without sparing the moment to look at her, he turned to the side and stood up. "Thank you for showing me this. To show you my appreciation for this kindness, I will give you ten minutes to get out of my sight."
"Eh?" She looked at him surprised, to say the least. The deadly tone on his words in the last part of his sentence made the cutesy girl uneasy and wary of him. "What are you going on about?"
"Nine minutes." He turned his face to the side, looking at her with his burning bright blue eye, his face twisted in a hateful scowl that would manage to scare even the bravest person. "After nine minutes passes, I will start to hunt down all of you." Small clouds of sand raised up as he did a violent turn, taking a step closer to the girl, forcing her to take a step back. "You… and the people who work with you are the enemies of Brendan… my enemies."
"B-But don't you hate Brendan?" She stuttered, taking a few more steps backward. Her feet slid down onto an open hole, making Violet fall on her back. The figure of Spiegel towering over her. "You should work to screw him over, not to help him." Feeling more distress at each stomping step this man took closer to her, Violet moved her right hand down reaching for a Poké-Ball.
"Don't bother calling a Pokémon out." He warned with a threatening tone. "It would only force my hand to kill you right now."
A second pair of steps sounded from behind her, these ones larger and louder. A lumbering shadow loomed over her, and dark claws reached in clipping darkly as if ready to cut him at any moment. Violet looked back, she saw a menacing Armaldo standing more than ready to harm her in many ways.
"Five minutes." Spiegel counted over, his voice sending a death-cold shill over the scheming woman's spine.
Snapping from the insane situation, Violet shrieked and jumped on her feet. With fearful tears sliding from the side of her eyes, she stormed away from the beach without giving a glance back to the dangerous monster she has just 'created' herself.
"Ah…" He sighed, falling down on the sand, looking over to the ruined mountain far away on the sea. "Now I wish to have never learned…" Spiegel frowned deeply, chewing on his lower lip in exhaustion and frustration. He is not Brendan… he is not human, not truly. What will Zinnia think if she learns about this? His heart ached with the thought of her leaving him; but then again, she never belonged to him. She loves Brendan, the real Brendan. At this moment, a dark ingenious idea crossed his mind, making his lips part onto a sinister smile. "I just need to take her away from him… make her mine, like everything else."
"This is… way worse than I imagined." Brendan sunk his face down on his hands, something he found himself doing a lot from the duration of Silver's explanation. "A whole army of those thugs?"
"Yes. But as much as they are annoying, the real trouble makers are those enforcers." Silver proceeded, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. "My father always enjoyed having powerful followers closer to him, but something is different with these ones."
"A shame you bailed out before meeting any of them, huh?" Ethan joked from the side, which earned him an elbow at his side.
"And that copy of me?" Brendan ran a hand over his head, his fingers digging on his hair.
"Sorry, I know nothing about that." Silver replied, making Brendan sigh out of frustration.
The table fell in silence, well quiet. As Ethan's pleasured noises as he finally continued to eat his cake prevented the mood to go completely depressingly silent. Brendan mulled over everything he had just learned, his eyes unfocused as he considered everything about the whole situation and the criminal group that invaded his region.
Silver also kept his mouth shut; taking this time to watch not only Brendan's reaction but also Ethan a bit too childish joy with his dessert. Even if it is unsightly of the Johto champion to behave like this, a part of the red-haired could not help himself but smile at the cuteness of his partner.
"Ywo, wad iz all dat?" Ethan gulped down another large chunk of the cake, making himself able to talk properly. "Brendan, what is all that commotion?" The raven-haired easygoing youth pointed to the mass of people waltzing into Ever Grande.
"Uh?" Brendan shifted his gaze to the window, a small smile showing on his lips. "I forgot… hahah. Tonight is the Festival of Roses."
"A FESTIVAL?!" Ethan's eyes sparkled full of life. He jolted his head to his left, his gaze falling onto his partner.
"Oh no. hell no." Silver cried out, crossing his arms on his chest. "Remember Ethan, we're not here on vacation."
"One night Silver!" Ethan jumped from his chair, pleading with his eyes. "You can't show me this amazing thing and then refrain to give it to me. Please, one night… Festival… please."
Brendan chuckled at the pair antics; he found their exchange quite familiar as one he had with a very special person. This warmed him over to them much more than any explanation the red-haired gad given him. "You should stay the night; the blooming of the flower bridge is an amazing sight to see."
Silver eyed the brown-haired champion, one of his brow twitching at the suggestion.
"And there is a lot of stalls at the edge of town too." He added in.
"That is!" Ethan pumped his free hand in the air. "We're staying and that's final." He buffed out, sitting down on his chair with a determined pout.
"Great…" Gruting annoyingly, Silver shifted his gaze away from his partner. There is little that the scarlet-haired young man hates more than crowded areas. Well, maybe be forced to delve into a crowd by someone else.
"I heard you…" A dark, chilling voice reached inside Brendan's head. A piercing pain echoed inside his brain. "I answer… Your call… Come find me!" The voice came in again, this time forcing Brendan to bend over, hitting his forehead on the table.
"Gaarhn…. AAarhhhh" Brendan held tight to his head, clenching his teeth in pure pain.
"Oi, Brendan?!" Ethan called out to him, clearly startled by the youngster cries of pain.
Without notice, Brendan jolted from his chair, rushing out of the restaurant with his hands still on his head.
"What's wrong with him?" Silver looked at Ethan with wide-open eyes.
"I don't know. But we should go after him."
"On it." Silver jumped from his seat, running at full speed after the disturbed Brendan.
Before joining his partner on the strange chase, Ethan leaned in on the table practically swelling completely the rest of his cake. A lump formed on his throat, desperate to no choke to death, he chugged all of his tea in one go, gulping all of it and sighing out in relief. With his eyes tearing up from the silly accident, Ethan noticed a small little object laid forgotten on the table.
"Hm… and what is that?" He hummed over with interest. Of course, he could not help himself and grabbed the small disk. Putting his new finding onto his pocket, the raven-haired trainer stood up from his seat and ran after the other two.
Brendan ran, he ran without course, his eyes blinded with an infuriating pain reining over his thoughts. He continued dashing madly up the hills of Ever Grande, his feet carrying him over a sea of flower buds. His eyes shoot open, strangely enough, his right eye was the one shining at full light, a blue furious light.
He stomped with his left foot at the edge of the cliff, eying the dark blue sea below him. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" His shout echoed like thunder over the crashing waves far down.
"Brendan? Are you… okay?" Silver asked. The scarlet-haired feminine man eyed him with cautious eyes, wary of the strange behavior of the youngster.
"Something…. Is-" A massive shadow float over them, covering most of the cliff with its cold intensity.
Silver shuddered; he eyed the beast with fear and anger. "This guy is back?" He spat out in exasperation.
"YOU!" Kyogre's furious cold voice echoed inside Brendan's head. To everyone else, it was as if a maddening thunder had exploded on the sky. "You're not the one..." He said now in a whisper, disappointed and annoyed whisper. With the same urgency, the same instantaneous appearance, the giant blue primal disappeared down onto the sea, leaving everything untouched from his anger.
"You're not the one?" Ethan's voice came from behind. He looked at Brendan with confusion. "What is he talking about?"
"I… don't know." Brendan looked down to the sea, searching even for a small trace of the blue beast. "But Kyogre never came after me… only Groudon. I have a bad feeling about this."
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Mr MogiGaming chapter 19 . Jul 8 – I will not give too much detail about this, but... at this point Spiegel is more of Brendan than Deoxys, so yeah…
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Aerithmo chapter 18 . Jul 9 – Man... I will not lie, Reading this bums me out a lot, but I can totally understand your point. For one, I can clearly see how the plot can easily be focused on those threes and be and amazing story, a truly amazing one. However, I have this whimsical imagination, like a little kid, I like bombastic things and heroic adventures… so yeah, my fault there.
Second, I wanted to make a story about Zinnia and Brendan, if I gave too much focus to May and Wally it would change everything. But then again, I've really "forgotten" about May, and I'm hitting myself on the head for that… yikes, great writing, huh?
Thank you for the review, sometimes takes a view from outside, to see things you can't really see. That is why I bug everyone to leave a review, even if small, so you guys can pull my ear about things I'm not seeing or just forgot.
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DOOT76 chapter 19 . Jul 13 – I heard ya, I felt that the story was getting a bit… slow. However, I really want to explore somethings else. And I can probably deduce what you found less than enjoyable, but don't make me part ways with my boys T.T.
I will try to expand on certain parts of the story, while not legging behind on the overall plot. Keeping things straightforward!
Oh… lastly. There is only rule to the Linoone Club… you don't speak about Linoone Club.