Pre-chapter A/N; Since everyone is asking for one of these, here's a breakdown of the character names before we get into things
Broly - Kleavor
Quicksilver - Pidgeot (dead)
Kisame - Milotic
Igneel - Charizard
Kenpachi - Tyranitar
Ino - Gardevoir
Snorlax - Snorlax
Tsunade - Clefable
Gai - Hakomo-o
Magnezone - Magnezone
Hashirama- Trevenant
Special thanks to the folks on pa-atreon for making this possible. Now without further ado let's get into it.
XXXXX- THE SINNOH ELITE
The Jolteon made another move around the arena and I resisted the urge to pull my hair out in frustration. Since he'd popped out that trump card of his, the pokemon had been nothing but a menace. Would this be how things ended for me? Would this be it for me? Two members of my team were already gone to one of his, and it wasn't even looking good for the third member of my team. Galvantula was chosen because she should have had an easier time containing the lighting speedster, but her webs had very little utility since it just moved straight through them. Her lightning wasn't much use against it either. I guess the power to turn into electricity meant it wouldn't be much bothered by getting struck by some. I returned her with a huff and settled for using the most powerful member of my team.
Volcarona didn't have much of a counter against the electric type beyond blowing up the arena and seeing what happened, but there was nothing else that could be done about it. It was inelegant, and just the kind of solution I would have disdained had anyone else attempted it, but I had no choice. This was the only solution, and I cared much more about winning than I ever would about flimsy and pointless things like elegance and efficiency in the face of certain defeat.
My fire butterfly took to the skies with flair as I sent her out of her pokeball and I waited for the referee to begin the next round of our battle. It was time to turn things around.
XXXXX- THE SINNOH ELITE
The Jolteon made another move around the arena and I resisted the urge to pull my hair out in frustration. Since he'd popped out that trump card of his, the pokemon had been nothing but a menace. Would this be how things ended for me? Would this be it for me? Two members of my team were already gone to one of his, and it wasn't even looking good for the third member of my team. Galvantula was chosen because she should have had an easier time containing the lighting speedster, but her webs had very little utility since it just moved straight through them. Her lightning wasn't much use against it either. I guess the power to turn into electricity meant it wouldn't be much bothered by getting struck by some. I returned her with a huff and settled for using the most powerful member of my team.
Volcarona didn't have much of a counter against the electric type beyond blowing up the arena and seeing what happened, but there was nothing else that could be done about it. It was inelegant, and just the kind of solution I would have disdained had anyone else attempted it, but I had no choice. This was the only solution, and I cared much more about winning than I ever would about flimsy and pointless things like elegance and efficiency in the face of certain defeat.
My fire butterfly took to the skies with flair as I sent her out of her pokeball and I waited for the referee to begin the next round of our battle. It was time to turn things around.
XXXXX- DONNELL OAK
I ran through the forest, not even bothering to look back, the thought of what had just happened moving through my head. Hashirama had just totally and completely ignored me. He acted as if I wasn't even talking, as if I wasn't ordering him to stop. For the second time ever, one of my Pokemon had ignored my orders in their entirety. I could understand why it happened, or at least I thought I could. However, there was no way for it to make sense in some parts of me. My head knew, but my heart refused to accept the truth.
It was all my fault. I knew that making Hashirama use so much ghost-type energy while he was badly wounded and in pain was a bad idea. I knew there was no good way for it to end. I knew it logically, but I just wanted to be free of Agatha so badly that I said, "fuck the consequences." Now I have to accept that the dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed, and I'm going to have to take a few backshots until this entire mess clears up, as much as it can clear up, at least.
I wasn't sure if I could forgive what happened, especially because of where it happened. The entire region just got front-row seats to me losing control of one of my Pokemon, and that Pokemon went on to brutally maim a competitor. If there weren't consequences for this, I'd be extremely lucky. That's goodbye to ever becoming champion. I could already see the headlines if I ever made the mistake of signifying my intention: "Boy Who Cannot Control Pokemon Seeks To Control Entire Region." Or something along those lines would be smeared across every headline on every news website or forum or even newspaper. It was all over, and it was my fault, not just mine, but mostly mine. I didn't train Hashirama enough to truly accept his ghost type, and I definitely didn't do any training with him to teach him how to overcome the malice that marked being a member of that particular typing. Why? I thought it was a waste of time. Hashirama's appeal always lay in his grass typing. There's a reason for the name I gave him. There's a reason he went by the name of a ninja famed for creating whole forests and not by the name of anything ghost-related. To me, he had always been a grass type first and foremost, and that was coming to bite me back in the arse right now. There was no easy way to say it, but this could not be redeemed.
Of course, as bad as things were, they just had to go even more wrong. I heard maniacal cackling from behind me, a familiar maniacal cackling. The look on my face must have been quite a sight as I turned and saw Agatha jumping right at me. I barely rolled out of the way of her dive before she slammed into the ground behind me. When she stood again, with barely a second's delay, Hashirama reached out for her with one of his branches. She dodged out of the way and ran straight for him. I could only watch, gobsmacked, as the old woman got to work.
It wasn't a fight. It was a beating. Agatha was relentless and I wasn't even able to understand how her movements were possible without her dislocating or snapping something. As old as she looked, she seemed to be keeping up with injured Hashirama with ease, and even outmaneuvering him. The gap between humans and Pokemon should make something like this just plain impossible. Thankfully, it seems the sudden burst of power and energy was leaving as quickly as it came. The candle that burned twice as hot was burning twice as fast, it seemed. She began to flag. To slow down. Every punch just had a bit less power, every dodge was just a bit less crisp. We could smell the blood in the water, and as angry as I was with him and myself, Hashirama and I were of one mind in this matter. We melded like two halves of a whole as I lent him all the energy I could spare, and he put it to good use, preparing to put this woman down for good. Killing her might not be the best look, but humans who engaged Pokemon directly were waving their protection from being attacked by such Pokemon. It was the law of the land. We moved in, ready to end her.
Of course, right when we thought we had her, she pulls out a massive trump card. I hadn't been watching for the poison, and that was my undoing. Her mouth opened suddenly as Hashi weaved in for a final hit to end the battle. She breathed out a cloud of pure black gas. Poison. I saw it rip through Hashirama, and I saw her take a hold of him. Now, when she spoke, there was something else there. It wasn't just Agatha I could hear there.
"Good attempt at resistance, Donnell Oak. But now, you are mine," she (they?) said as they punched straight through Hashirama's body, pumping him with poison, and killing him instantly. I saw it happen just as clearly as I felt it. In his last moments, Hashirama had pushed me out of his head so I didn't have to deal with that particular trauma. Even without that, I still felt it as he faded from this world. There was an age-old question in certain circles. They asked, "Can Ghosts die?" The answer, I was quickly finding out, was yes. It was a resounding yes. Hashirama was dead and gone. His aura, the thing that made him him, was just seeping right into the nature around us. Some of it flowed into me, but I left wondering about that for the future. All the present had for me was a dead family member, and I had to deal with that.
Agatha turned to me with a look on her face that robbed me of all the fear I was beginning to feel in her presence. Her words just sealed the deal, "Perhaps a different member of your team would have been better suited to this challenge. Just like your father, you fail at training ghosts. You don't have the hate, the talent for malice, or even the brutality needed to train a proper ghost type. Your Trevenant was powerful but uncontrolled. Your weakness killed your Pokémon, Donnell Oak, not me," she spoke, her tone and voice oozing scorn and contempt.
Anger, I was beginning to find, was an effective method of overcoming fear. That smug, mocking satisfaction on her face didn't allow me to consider how she'd done what she did, or even the fact that she could apparently breathe poison. The only thing I considered was the distance between her face and my fist. I shot out of the ground like a bullet from a gun - if the bullet was made of paper, and the gun misfired - and made my way straight for her smug face. Even though she dodged the attack, leaving my overextended form to crash to the ground unceremoniously, I still wasn't deterred. I was up and at her again, and on the floor again in a similar manner.
Her cackles didn't let me think straight, and I jumped at her with a kick this time. A kick that she weaved away from like a feather in the wind, before lightly tapping me and cackling as I fell to the floor again. "Old bitch," I said with venom dripping from my tone as I glared daggers at her. She just smiled passively, unbothered by the insult.
"No wonder Oak didn't want you," I said, and I took savage satisfaction in the way her lips curled. The way amusement left her face, and it was instead filled with burning rage. Good. She could hurt. Trying to take advantage of her anger clouding her concentration, I shot up with another haymaker. This time, she didn't dodge. No, this time, she did something much more painful than allow me to land on the ground as a product of my own incompetence. This time, the old woman caught my punch in her grip and began to squeeze. I screamed as she stopped squeezing and instead twisted my hand in hers savagely. The loud snapping noise echoed across the clearing as she broke my arm in one movement.
I felt it then, the pain of a broken arm. I was no stranger to pain. I felt it every day since Quicksilver was stolen. I felt it even more now that Hashirama was gone. A broken arm? Nothing compared to that. I punched at her again with my other fist. She dodged, but I did not stop. I could not stop. I would never allow Hashirama's death to go unavenged. This time, when she dodged, she swept me to the floor cleanly, but I was not dissuaded. I got up again and moved for her. She kicked me, robbing me of air, and surely breaking a rib or two, but that could not stop me. This bitch would be dying at my hands today, one way or another.
I managed to dodge out of the way of her next punch, but the one that followed rang my head like a bell. I stumbled backward, managing by more luck than any real skill, to avoid the kick that was sent sailing right for my head again. Fuck. I was getting beat up by an old lady. I would be more concerned about how I must have appeared to the viewers at home if I wasn't so occupied with trying to keep myself alive. The woman hit like a train and was like a feather in the wind when I tried to get her with my own attacks. It was a battle I was quickly and thoroughly losing. A battle that, truth be told, I probably had no fucking hope of winning right from the beginning. I'd thought that she'd flag eventually. That this last wind of hers would be nothing but that, a last wind. Sadly, I seemed destined to be proven wrong as she was ramping up even further and kicking my ass six ways to Sunday. Would have been funny to watch an old nan beat up a teenager if I wasn't the teenager in question.
She swept in for another attack, and I dodged out of the way with relative ease, beginning to get into the flow of things, and moving in for a counterattack of my own. I landed on the floor, air knocked out of me, and quickly corrected that thought. I wasn't getting into the flow of anything. I was getting soundly beaten up, and it looked like there was nothing I could actually do about it, beyond minimising the damage and waiting for my opportunity. I would not be leaving without a pound of flesh for Hashirama.
I managed to block her next punch after I stood up, but it made the bones in my arms audibly creak. I dropped my guard, without even intending it as the pain made me gasp. The next punch sailed through my defenses, and I didn't just hear my nose creak. I heard it break. The bitch broke my nose. I almost doubled over, clutching the sense organ with a loose grip as I felt blood rush from the battered organ. Fuck. Fuckkkkk. I couldn't even tell if I was shouting in or out of my head at this point. I was in too much pain to even care. Distracting myself with meaningless thoughts didn't seem to be working very much either. The pain was all-encompassing. Her next punch was to my temple, and I stopped feeling the pain for a few seconds. I stopped feeling anything for a few seconds. Did she just kill me for a bit? Fuck. I'd heard about that shit. You could die for a few seconds and come back to life.
Considering I was lying somewhere without even remembering falling to the ground, I was beginning to consider the possibility. I watched with lidded eyes, clutching my nose once again as she approached my prone form slowly. Every step was drawn out. She knew she had me. I couldn't stand up, couldn't resist, couldn't run. I was done.
And then a shadow rose out of the ground from behind her.
A/N; Yes, I'll end this chapter here just for the cliffhanger. Bite me. Thanks for reading. We've got the next seven chapters of this story, along with the first chapter of another Naruto insert I haven't uploaded yet (It's an Itachi SI) and 16 chapters of my other fic, all available on pa-atreon, and you can read all of that right now just by heading to the link on my profile or searching for my username up there. Feel free to have a look.