How a common enemy can bring allies, and how a common ally can bring foes.
"Father."
Ghetsis swiveled to look at the man who addressed him as such. He spat. Such uselessness.
The army that had took him years to form had been cut in half by a mere boy. How dare that boy take away half of his army!? Ghetsis looked at N with loathing in his eyes. N was too weak. Despicable, really, how he had all of Ghetsis's hopes put into him yet was unable to do anything. Hadn't he given everything to N? First, he disappointed everyone by not being the Hero of Truth. Second, the boy who was supposedly the Hero of Truth took half of everything away from him! Didn't N feel ashamed of himself? He was useless. And here he is, still addressing Ghetsis as Father?
"You are no son of mine."
Hearing this, N cringed. Surely his father could forgive him, right? It wasn't N's fault that so many grunts preferred Hilbert, right?
"F-Father, I-"
Ghetsis slammed his fist into the wall, looking down at N, who was kneeling in front of him. They stood inside a small room, accompanied only by two grunts, who watched timidly as Ghetsis exerted his anger.
No son of mine shall be weak.
He even had Reshiram taken away from him! Now Neo-Plasma had their biggest weapon!
Turning around, Ghetsis lifted his hand and signaled to his two most loyal guards.
"Lock him up!"
The two guards looked at each other in alarm. Lock up their king? Ghetsis scowled. How dare the grunts question him!
"I said lock him up!"
The two guards nodded frantically, afraid of Ghetsis's wrath, before heading towards N. N cried out in alarm, as his wrists were bound, his Pokemon stolen, and he was led off towards the dungeon located in the castle. Sounds of a closing door echoed throughout the room.
Ghetsis didn't spare him a look.
N was, after all, dead to him.
He didn't have a son.
What now?
Ghetsis paced the room. Neo-Plasma (how dare they take on their name? They mocked the name "Plasma"; Ghetsis knew that it was their ploy, but he still couldn't help but be angered. That Hilbert really knew how to play with their minds) was growing stronger and stronger by the day, and Olde Plasma Grunts were now switching over, due to the sudden disappearance of their king. Chaos was in a flurry around the castle, as each day, more and more people started doubting their loyalties and the lack of leadership worried some.
This would not do.
Angrily walking over to the command room, he slammed the door and raged.
"NEO-PLASMA SHALL NOT LIVE!"
"You're right. It shall not."
Ghetsis quickly took a defensive stance at the appearance of the sudden voice. Slowly moving, and quickly scanning the walls and ceiling, he was wary of any intruder. He almost thought of calling for the Shadow Triad, until the voice interrupted again.
This time, it was closer than before.
"Behind you."
Alarmed, Ghetsis spun back only to see a boy with strange navy blue hair welding a sword, standing calmly behind him. Ghetsis took a cautious step away from the boy, who seemed cold and calculating. The boy brandished the sword, and Ghetsis noticed how the boy's hilt was made of steel, yes, and some other... strange material. The sword also seemed to have many different bells and...some...weird weight thing? It appeared to be a Power item that you normally gave Pokemon...
The boy was strange, and his sword as well.
"W-Who are you?"
The boy spun his sword around uninterested at Ghetsis's question, leading Ghetsis to wonder, what was this boy doing here?
"Isn't my hilt unique?"
Ghetsis didn't respond.
"It's made of top of the quality material; Luminous Moss and Charcoal are what comprise it besides steel."
The boy took a glance at Ghetsis, and then walked over to him. Ghetsis took a step back. This boy seemed dangerous, even though he only seemed fifteen.
"I wish to propose an idea to your dilemma."
Ghetsis took another step back, wary of the stranger, but the boy suddenly disappeared in a blink of the eye. Ghetsis carefully scanned the ceiling for any sign of the boy. Careful of moving, Ghetsis let out a yelp when he realized that there was a shadow he could see in the corner of his eye, and there was now a sword pushed against his neck. The boy slid the sword slowly across Ghetsis's throat, where a small, straight line of blood seeped out. Ghetsis couldn't move.
"Do you wish to stay alive and possibly save your horrible organization for the time being, or do you wish to die at my hands immediately?" The boy inquired, seemingly cheerful in a way. The tone of voice frightened Ghetsis, because he had heard that voice tone before.
On Hilbert.
Ghetsis couldn't even nod.
"L-let go of me."
And then suddenly, the boy pushed Ghetsis so that he was on his knees, and Ghetsis could only wince at the pain he was feeling-
"Make me your king."
Ghetsis glanced at the boy before standing up. He cleared his throat, trying to assert some dominance-
He soon found the blade at his neck again.
"No compromising. I have a goal, which can be accomplished with or without you. You have an organization that can be saved by me and only me."
He paused, letting the words sink into Ghetsis's mind. Ghetsis adopted a look of horror as he realized that, yes, he was the one who needed help that no one could give. And this boy clearly had enough power and strength to do what no one else could.
The boy smirked.
"It is a yes, right?"
Ghetsis could only nod, fearing for his life.
The boy sneered.
What a coward. Useless, they all are.
Then he smirked again, and kicked Ghetsis in the head, knocking him out. Before that, he noticed Ghetsis pressed a button of some sort; Hugh grimaced. The man was so weak that he couldn't even protect himself, and had to call on his precious men.
Twirling his sword around, he thought of the many demands he would make. His eyes darkened as he thought of his main focus.
I'll kill them first, and then take down Neo-Plasma and then destroy Olde Plasma as well.
Noticing three new shadows in the room, he called out to them, knowing exactly where they were. And he knew that the trio had already learnt of his new position. After all, they were psychic, were they not, in some sense of the word?
He lifted his head up, closed his eyes, and smiled sweetly.
"It's nice to meet you, the legendary Shadow Triad."
He smiled innocently, before lifting his hand so that the back of his hand was facing upwards, like how a royal waited to be kissed on the hand.
"My name is Hugh, and I am your new king."
A/N
... I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. XD My computer time is restricted by my parents, so I'm very sorry about the wait. Hugh's sword...is very unique, as you'll see later.
"My name is Hugh, and I am your new king {Please return the Purrloin you stole from my sister}"
I was planning on writing that, but it seemed out of context, so I didn't...
Well...bet you guys weren't expecting that huh? XD I don't think anyone else would ever think of writing Hugh taking over Team Plasma, but I'm not normal! I'm not insane, I'm just mentally creative.
...I really don't know where I'm going with this story. XD I mean, I know how it's going to end, but I'm not really sure how it's going to get there.
Oh, and yes, I am deterring really far from canon, but in the end, everything will make sense; well, kind of...
ahahaha...
So can you guys tell me what I need to improve on? XD i have a feeling it's going to be a lot of things...
