Lesson 25: When anger shows
The amount of people joining Team Plasma was increasing, that and the growing number of trainers releasing their Pokémon made the annoying meetings N had to endure less dull. It pleased him to hear his subordinates' reports. The smaller villages without Gym's appeared easier to…sway. Some of the trainers had released their Pokémon almost immediately after his father's speech.
At least they understand that it's better to join our cause willingly. Defying the inevitable is nothing more than a waste of energy, N thought, secretly playing with his old rubik's cube, solving it was almost too easy but it killed time. He would have long died from boredom without the childish toy. The old man standing in front of him kept on blabbering about some fossil, apparently his father had set up a mission to steal it from the Nacrene Gym leader, the woman Lenora had started walking beside her shoes and a visit from Team Plasma might be just what the doctor ordered.
N would be challenging her first thing tomorrow, some of the Pokémon he had met already agreed on lending him their power. It would be an easy victory and one step closer towards his goal. Suppressing a jaw breaking yawn the green haired teenager fixed the old Sage with a calculating stare, the old man's reaction was rather amusing and some grunts snickered when he dropped his notes. Gorm was sharing the information he'd gathered on Castelia's gym leader, the projector showed the image of a tall man with a haircut and clothes that should be illegal. The moves and nature of his Pokémon were neatly lined up.
Burgh. The insect using Gym Leader from Castelia City. He was the one who kept his loyal servants from entering the city.
He's the one responsible for hundreds of Pokémon suffering inside that filthy mass of buildings he dares to call a city…
Closing his eyes the teen King tilted his chair backwards, the Pokémon inside the present grunts Pokéballs were talking to each other, one of them seemed rather agitated about something. Focusing on the subtle conversation between the Pokémon N missed out on the change of subject amongst his subordinates. No longer unnerved by his Lord's taxing stare Gorm reprimanded the team of grunts responsible for collecting the Dream Mist.
One of the henchman who's hackles rose from the mere thought of said mission grew red in the face from remembering the disastrous outcome.
"That bad mouth bitch is to blame! She's the one who keeps getting in our way!" He spat.
"And who might this person be?" the Sage asked, carefully rephrasing the grunt's rude words, openly expressing his disdain for the idiot's rudeness.
Eager to please the female grunt sitting next to him made her way towards Gorm presenting him with the report they made on the girl.
"This is everything we could find about her my Lord." She said, her voice eager, and head almost permanently bend in a semi bow. The legs of N's chair came back to the ground with a loud bang when the image of Burgh was replaced by the image of an all too familiar blue eyed girl.
Now she'd done it.
N kept his fists tightly clenched at his sides. Pictures of her as a child grinned down on him, even now it felt like she saw right through him, and mocked him for allowing her to. The blonde and that sullen black haired boy appeared in almost each and every one of the pictures, even her Snivy had been caught on camera. It took him everything not to throw something at the projector. It was the final picture that pushed him over the edge and sent him straight towards the startled grunt.
"You think that's funny?" N asked dropping his voice into a low growl, lifting the much older grunt in his anger.
Cringing away from the feral glint in his King's eyes the confused grunt released something that sounded like a high pitched 'Eep'.
"What was that?" N asked studying the white faced male, shaking him for good measure. The fact that doing so banged the bastard's head against the wall was a small bonus.
"I'll only say this once." N whispered keeping his voice down, "That girl is off limits. If I find out that you are the one responsible for that." He hissed with a gesture towards the screen, "Let's just say you will count yourself lucky if the local police discovered enough of your remains to take a nice little picture…"
Ignoring the Sage's startled pleas the livid teen shoved his servant back with all the force he could muster. "See to his punishment." N spat turning his back on his subordinates carefully refraining from looking at the picture.
Leaning against the cold stone wall of the building N ventured some of his anger by hitting the back of his head against the hard concrete.
The first hit was for Purrloin, he had never seen his haughty friend cry like that… he had never seen the feline shed a single tear.
The second impact blurred his vision for a split of a second, N hoped it would leave a bruise, the one her Snivy had looked rather painful.
Ah the third hit. By now he felt rather numb. The empty feeling was almost pleasant.
His head didn't hurt that much, at least not in comparison to the strange dull ache in his heart.
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