Noblesse Pokémon AU …Snippet?: Battling for Dear Life Part 1
This one takes place shortly after the kids get kidnapped by Jake and Mary. Again uses altered canon dialogue. Starts in episode 68. ENTIRELY TOO LONG. I'M GONNA HAVE TO BREAK IT UP AS IT IS. BUT EVEN THIS SEGMENT REFUSES TO BE A RESPECTABLE LENGTH. TT^TT The other segments…should be shorter, when I get to them. The difficulty here is that I have the endings of each segment planned out, but getting from point A to point B while implementing the changes is…long, in some cases. *sigh* This is one of many reasons I usually just lurk, instead of participating in fandoms like this. If anyone has a suggestion for what to call this monstrosity (it's not a snippet. It's really not) I'm all ears.
Shinwoo was already winded from his fight with the laser-eyed man. He'd hit vital spots over and over, dodging deadly blows, breaking bones and yet…and yet, he was still standing. All he'd managed to do was slow the guy down. He was already getting tired, but maybe, maybe it'd be enough to win if he kept it up.
A cigarette dropped to the floor. "Not bad." The pale man said, crushing out the cherry (didn't he know cigs were bad for him? No wonder he was pale) as he stood, one fluid motion. "He fights better than our normal trained members. He's really a student?" The vicious smirk promised bad things to come. "Wanna fight me?"
'That…that was nonsense.' M-24 thought. The agents Jake referred to, the ones he slaughtered for fun, they hadn't been modified, experimental ones like Jake being too valuable to send out on just anything. But even so, to say that a child was more skilled than trained killers. Surely Jake wasn't being serious, right? But no, the man (no, monster), stepped closer to the kids.
"I wanna check him out." Shinwoo was speechless. He was expected to fight a fresh opponent now? "If I really wanna check out your skills…" He casually reached beside him, shoving laser-eyes out of the way, "garbage should get out of the way."
The wall was cracked. The wall was cracked, and laser-eyes was unconscious. The guy who'd been fine from all his attacks was unconscious from a single fucking blow from pale-man. Who were these people? They were all monsters.
"Hey, kiddo. You're good. Did you train a lot?" Pale-man's constant smirk as seriously starting to piss Shinwoo off. It was like a Persian toying with a Rattata. This was a game to him.
"I thought I did. But looking at you, it seems my training wasn't worth it." He specialized in martial arts specifically to protect his friends. If he couldn't even do that….
The man chuckled. "The way you talk back…you are really something." He spread his arms, a blatant challenge. "I will kill you one at a time. You already know I won't give you an easy death, right?"
"Why do I have to do as you guys tell me?" Honestly, at this point, he was just being facetious for the sake of wasting time. He'd managed to give that blatantly obvious coded message to Professor Lee. All he had to do now was stall until the police got here. Hopefully armed with some Machamp. He didn't think the standard Snubbull and Growlithe were gonna cut it this time. Even so, at this rate…. He rubbed Bohoja's pokéball unconsciously.
"Then don't. Quit if you don't want too." He was sick of that smile. "I can just kill you and your friends. You don't amuse me, I should do something to amuse myself." What was with this smarmy bastard!? "I'll give you a chance. Just attack me!"
Shinwoo didn't waste a second, running up and delivering his best kick. "Sorry, man. Thought you wanted me to attack." And what an attack it was. A solid blow, straight to the stomach. It wouldn't drop a monster like him, but with any luck, it'd wind him.
Pale-man let out a cackle. "Nice. That's what I want."
'An attack like that won't hurt Jake. It was no match from the start.' This wouldn't last long. M-24 fiddled with the pokéball in his pocket. It wouldn't help much, and he hated the idea of putting her in danger, but a battle. A battle might help buy some more time.
"The timing was good but the kick wasn't. Here, try again." The man's arms were still spread. He hadn't moved an inch from his previous position. Shinwoo rushed him, delivering three solid punches to his torso. Damn, was he hitting a wall? His hand was bleeding, and he was certain it'd fractured in a few places. Clenching a fist hurt in ways it never had before, and this wasn't even his first time with a broken bone.
"You're not done, are you?" He…he wanted more? Honestly, Shinwoo was having trouble staying standing, and he wasn't even being attacked. This man…Shinwoo's body trembled from the fear he'd been repressing since they were kidnapped. He was starting to doubt that help would come in time. Damn it, if only he could just stall longer! "What? That's it? You're no fun."
One swift motion and Shinwoo hit the wall. Body first, thankfully, but the momentum threw his head back on impact. Well, a concussion. Yeah, that was something he needed in this situation.
"Shinwoo!" His friends were frantic, screaming at him. He coughed in response, trying to keep the coppery fluids from invading his lungs. Damn, he must have bitten something, or broken a tooth too close to the root. Shit. He was in NO condition to continue fighting.
"What? That's it? It's not entertaining." Smug prick. Shinwoo'd known he was fighting a losing battle, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. "Hey, kiddo. Like I said. Because you disappointed me, I will kill your friends, one by one." Like there'd ever even been a chance of him doing any different.
"Jake, that's enough." The grey-haired man who'd kidnapped them before was stepping in. Even if he was a bad guy, it seemed like he was trying to help.
"Why are you stopping me again." The pale man -Jake was his name?- positively growled the words. He really needed some kind of anger management classes.
"Until the last one comes…"
"That crap again?! Stop saying that. The last kid is coming. Why keep these ones alive?"
"What if he doesn't show? You wanna do this again? Because I don't."
"M-21 is right. Wait a bit more, that's all." The blue haired woman who'd previously been silently stroking a Liepard spoke. "M-21 will wait with me outside for the last kid."
M-21 shared a quick glance with M-24 before following Marie and her Liepard out the door.
Jake began walking toward the kids again. Did Marie not just tell him to leave them alive!? "Jake, what're you doing? You disobeying Marie's orders?"
"I'm not gonna kill. Hey, Marie. It's okay as long as I don't kill, right?" The silence on the other end gave her answer: tacit agreement. "Understand me. No one has ever made me so annoyed. Ever since I started looking for you kids, I made up my mind. I will not let you die in peace…"
Oh, hell. M-24 was really gonna have to get involved, wasn't he?
The red-head groaned and sat up. "Damn, I can't even take a break…" The other two immediately set out checking to see if he was ok.
"Not bad. That idiot is still unconscious." Jake looked back at the infected.
"Hey." The red-head stumbled to his feet. "Before you hurt my friends…I'm right here."
Before the pale man could react. "Jake, wait." M-24 had no idea what he was doing. "Before anything else happens, there's something I want from them." There was every chance Jake'd just keep beating them, but…. "My Pokémon needs training. They're from a trainers' school." A Pokémon battle. Even with the league regulations, it was a pretty violent sport, much like MMA. It might just be enough for Jake to allow it. Probably why he'd even let the kids keep their Pokémon in the first place. More blood to spill.
Jake paused, looking at the large scarred man with. For a moment, M-24 thought he'd said the wrong thing, that he'd just made everything worse, when he responded with a scoff. "I don't know why you'd bother. Trash like you would have just been given more trash." But he still backed out of the way. "Have at it then. Make it entertaining."
"You. Redhead. Battle me." There, just like that. Rough, commanding. Jake wouldn't even question his intentions. He fumbled in his pocket for the pokéball. "Go Espurr!" A small, grey, bipedal kitten appeared on the concrete in front of him. 'Tiny, help me buy some time.' The kitten nodded, seemingly at nothing. Their mental link would never stop being useful.
Shinwoo hesitated. A battle…would buy time, but he had no idea what the scarred man was up to. Best to just wrap it up quickly then, to keep damage to a minimum. "C'mon out, Bohoja." He tossed the ball in the air, the familiar bipedal jackal pup forming from the light emitted. The type matchup wasn't in his favor, but he'd found out quick why the Professor'd said he "wasn't starter material." With a competitive breedject, Shinwoo didn't lose battles often.
Inflicting a status on the opponent seemed the best option, so "Force Palm." The pup moved to attack, faster than most humans could move, but the cat smacked him on either side of his neck, freezing him in place for a second. Nice try, but a Fake Out wouldn't work a second time. "Do it again, Bohoja." Faster this time, he hit the Espurr in the chest with an open hand. The kitten shivered, sparks dancing across her body before she let out a pain-filled cry, dealing a bit of sonic damage to her opponent. A super effective move on a fighting type like Riolu, but it wouldn't be enough. "Blaze Kick." Bohoja's leg caught fire as he kicked the psychic cat, knocking it down and out.
"See? Trash is trash. You can't change that." Jake walked menacingly towards the fainted Pokémon. M-24 quickly recalled Tiny to her pokéball. Jake would NOT be getting to her if he could help it. "Really? You're just delaying the inevitable, you know." Jake paused, glancing at the redhead and his Riolu. "You've got a good idea though, why not use this as a training opportunity."
A small, heavily scarred Larvitar appeared before him. "Don't lose this time, got it?" The baby kaiju shivered. It wasn't her fights that had gotten her those scars. "Hey, even your Pokémon is well trained. Fight me."
Shinwoo didn't waste any time. "Bohoja, Sky Uppercut." Still affected by the speed boost from last fight, there wasn't even time to blink before he'd driven his fist into her chin, sending the tiny lizard flying. She was knocked out before she'd even hit the ground.
"Should have realized she'd lose. Bastards have been giving me trash since I went through the first few." He crushed a white pokéball in his hand. "Guess I'll have to dispose on this one too."
The redhead moved, tossing a ball of his own at the Larvitar. Fainted, there wasn't anything she could do to keep from being caught, even if it was against her will. It was against League Law to catch a fainted Pokémon for that reason. Yeah, he was committing a crime, but he'd release her once the danger was passed. IF it passed. "Sorry. My hand slipped. Guess you shouldn't have broken her ball. Ball-less Pokémon are technically wild, after all." Bohoja picked up the ball for him.
Jake was decidedly unamused. "I see." He'd make sure to remember that for next time he killed the trash the Union gave him, but for now….He backhanded Shinwoo right into a wall. "Satisfied?" He might have outsmarted him, but it would cost him. "Oh my…" Looks like without him in the way, his friends and Pokémon were unprotected. "Now, I can start."
"No, not yet." He was shaking, crouched on the ground, but he was up again? M-24 was stumped. Jake might not be using his full strength, even so, most modified agents couldn't stand that attack. What was the boy made of?
Jake sauntered over to the boy and dealt a quick kick to his jaw, knocking him to the floor. "I guess I hit him too softly, thinking I shouldn't kill him." Yet. M-24 hoped he meant yet. Any alternatives were just…to awful to comprehend. And yet, as Jake spun around for the others, the redhead grabbed his leg.
"What…What are you doing? You can't even stand up? Just stay on the floor." He shook off the boy's arms, and carefully stepped on his right arm, putting just enough pressure for a resounding 'crunch' to echo through the room. The children cried out, the boy in pain and his friends in horror. But still, he reached, looping his uninjured arm around the sadist's leg.
"You will…never…hurt my friends" His breathing was ragged, but his eyes still shone with defiance. M-24 was shaken. This kid. This kid cared about his friends as much as he cared for M-21, for Tiny.
"Shinwoo, stop it now. We're okay." Yuna cried. It was far from the truth, but this was unfair. Shinwoo was the only one getting hurt in all this.
"You can't get hurt because of us…" Ik-han agreed, tears streaming down his face. He did not want to watch this twisted man break Shinwoo more just because he wouldn't let him do to them what he was doing to him.
"Be quiet, both of you. This is…the only thing I'm good at…" Shinwoo…didn't really think that, right? That his ability to protect them was what made him worthy as a friend. He couldn't. Not after all they'd been through together, right?
"You think I'm doing this because I can't kill you?" Jake's face darkened. He'd been so patient so far, but even he had his limits. "Whatever. I'll just kill you all." He dragged Shinwoo by his hair, preparing for a lethal blow.
M-24 could not just watch. Not anymore. These kids cared for each other. They were comrades, just like the M series had been. For another group to be torn apart like theirs had…unacceptable. He punched Jake, sending him into the wall with enough force to bury him in rubble. He'd just sealed their fate. Jake would kill the last remnants of the M series. M-21 would understand though. Hopefully.
And that marks the end of this segment. To clarify the battle scenes, a competitive breedject would be a 'mon specifically bred for competitive battles, but rejected, as it didn't meet the breeder's specifications (you end up with a lot of these going for competitive shinies, lots of fighting fit 'mons will be created before you find that one.) Given what all goes into this, and the overbreeding that can occur because of it, it's probably frowned upon, if not outright illegal in this 'verse. Not that that's going to stop everyone.
In gaming terms, first battle occured as follows: Espurr uses Fake Out, Flinching the Riolu but raising his speed due to his ability. Riolu uses Force Palm, and manages to Paralyze the Espurr, further widening the speed gap, and Espurr retaliates with Disarming Voice, a fairy-type move. Riolu then finishes with Blaze Kick, an egg move he was born with.
The fight with Larvitar went as quickly as it did because she was at a type disadvantage, with a Riolu with perfect attack IVs(essentially genetic stats, can be from 0-31) and a fair amount of EVs(Effort Value, stats gained through training. Is why trained 'mons are stronger than wild 'mons, even at the same level) from his time in the dojo with Shinwoo, using a STAB (same type attack bonus; for when a move's type matches the user's type) move. And the move was a high-powered one he hatched with (Bohoja has a Blaziken ancestor). Poor girl never stood a chance.
Jake doesn't train his Pokémon. As far as he's concerned, it should automatically be able to keep up with him. Any that doesn't dies. He's gone though several already, so the Union keeps giving him low levels with okay starting defence. Not gonna waste the good ones on him, and they aren't going out of their way to give him one with good defence, he'd only take it as a challenge.