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
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XXXXXX- Unknown
I watched in shock as Donnell Oak took his place by Bruno's side. Some words passed between the fighting master and the young elite trainer before the fighting type master actually gave ground to his younger counterpart, stepping back and allowing him to claim the place opposite Giovanni.
"I've wanted to get you alone for so long, Giovanni, and now that it's you and I here, you won't be leaving here very intact," Oak said as the shadow pokemon by his side floated up and in front of him.
"Dusknoir, this is our battle. We'll show them what we're made of," he said, and I filed the pokemon's name in my head. Dusknoir.
Rhyperior made the first move, gathering light between its hands and in front of its mouth before firing off the attack that travelled at great speeds to its opponent, Flash Cannon. Oak's pokemon could barely dodge the attack in time, and I realised then and there that even Oak would be nothing but bluster in this fight.
Maybe if he had shown up with the pokemon he started the trial with, then he'd have had more of a shot- How did he even change pokemon in the first place?- but as it stood now, that one exchange allowed me to see that this pokemon wouldn't stand much of a chance.
If I could see it, then so could the trainers on the field, so why was Donnell Oak so calm? And why was Giovanni still watching the field with rapt attention, looking as tense as he'd been during the fight with Bruno?
In the space between seconds, Oak's pokemon was nothing but a shadow as it appeared in the ground and moved straight at Rhyperior. The ground type tried blasting the approaching shadow with a Flamethrower, but the attack hit nothing but ground as the pokemon appeared in front of its attacker, looking like a spectre from hell. Rhyperior moved backward, dodging out of the way of a wicked Shadow Claw and doing the same again as another such attack threatened to cleave its head from its shoulders. The ground type was firmly on the back foot, but that was where it thrived. It moved around the next attack and lashed out with a vibrating fist that hit nothing but a cloud of darkness as the strange pokemon wrapped itself in one and disappeared before appearing at Oak's side again.
"Interesting pokemon, Donnell. You've always had a knack for finding rare ones haven't you?" Giovanni said, addressing the young Oak scion like a teacher would address a student. The tone was patronising and familiar. It was almost like there wa s a deeper relationship there that I just could not see.
I looked between them as Oak took a deep breath and whistled. The pokemon at his side blurred into movement again. It turned from its previously intact form to a shambling mass of shadow before merging with the ground again. Rhyperior's earthquake did very little to discourage its approach, and it wasn't until the Ground type began to whirl around with a black aura around its body, that the shadow was stopped in its tracks. I could recognise the move. Brutal Swing. Dusknoir was stopped in its tracks and caught in the chaos of the move almost instantly.
It was snatched out of the ground by the attack and forced to return to its original form. Caught in the throes of the spinning motion, it was unable to do anything as Rhyperior snatched its midsection between its massive jaws, a pitch-black aura surrounding them. Crunch. When the ground-type pokemon finally released the ghost, it was clearly on its last legs. That's why it was such a surprise when I noted Donnell Oak was not even worried. In fact, he was watching the fight with anticipation as if there was something he knew that the rest of us could not see.
When Rhyperior released the ghost, tossing it into the air, the beast went right back at it, only to get a flash cannon to the face for its troubles. I resigned myself to another short battle from an overconfident trainer when the ghost suddenly blurred with an appearance of static. It looked like it literally just disappeared for a second, like the world skipped a beat, like everything was blurring in and out of focus as it appeared right in front of Rhyperior, darkness wafting off every inch of it that was visible. It hit Rhyperior with a fist, and I watched in shock as a near-visible shockwave spread across the area. Once again, Venusaur prevented me from being turned to pudding by the external force.
When I could finally open my eyes, I was met with a sight that almost made me jump for joy. Rhyperior was down. Not just down, but down and out. There was a visible crack running through its chest armor, and the fact that its eyes were open but had swirls running through them told me all I needed to know. It was down.
"Well, that seems to have been it for you, Giovanni," Oak said, smirk on his face and voice sounding incredibly smug. I would have punched him in the face if I were the ground-type master. I would never be the biggest fan of any member of the Oak bloodline, but just eliminating Giovanni from this contest and ensuring he'd be spending the rest of his life in prison was enough to get the youngest Oak well and truly into my good books.
"Indeed. It does seem like you have managed to get the better of me. Incredible. Just incredible. What a specimen of a Pokémon. I've never seen such an application of Bide before. Would I be right in saying you somehow managed to give the move a Dark typing? Absolutely fascinating. I cannot even begrudge such a defeat. It was definitely to a worthy opponent."
"Uh, uhhh. Keep telling yourself that. You lost, Giovanni, and I know it hurts. How does it feel to stand defeated at my feet?" Oak said, clearly uncomfortable with how calmly the terrorist was taking his words. He wanted to rub it in, and a very large part of me loved seeing it.
The bell suddenly rang, signifying the end of the trial, and Oak turned to the Dusknoir. "Our bargain is concluded. Thank you," he said, before bowing to his Pokémon, and the Pokémon bowed in return. I watched in shock as the Pokémon turned purely into a cloud before folding entirely in on itself.
"Isn't that just interesting?" Giovanni spoke up, having previously fallen silent at Oak's words.
"Oh, shut up," the boy replied as he turned on his heels and began to march out of the forest.
Suddenly, a voice boomed out across the forest, clearly coming from some sort of powerful speaker. "The test is concluded. Those who passed the test will receive an alert on their wristbands. We matched two metrics together: the number of trainers eliminated, as well as the time spent in the field before getting eliminated. Every trainer was given a numeric value based on known strength, and it is that numeric value that matters in our calculation of the first metric," the voice said, and I did indeed receive a ping on my wristband. Twenty points for lasting until the end of the event, but only five points for the single trainer I'd eliminated in my search for Giovanni.
I turned back to the trainers I was spying on with a frown. All their wristbands were visibly glowing green in contrast to my band's red glow. Fuck. Giovanni was still in the tournament. There was no prison in his future, it seemed.
XXXXX - DONNELL OAK
I looked at Giovanni with a visible scowl on my face. I didn't bother trying to hide my displeasure. The deal I'd made with Dusknoir seemed to have been for naught. I should have just allowed the Ghost-type to kill the man and be done with it.
I was just leery of crossing that line. Agatha was self-defense, and Dusknoir had not been acting on my orders then. After I'd used him to take out over a dozen trainers in my search for Giovanni, it would have been a bit ridiculous for me to suddenly 'lose control' of him when he was faced with a man I was well-known to hold extreme hatred for. It would have been stupid and practically guaranteed to land me in another ACE prison.
I was jolted back to reality by Sabrina's sudden appearance at my side. I didn't even think or stop to consider her possible discomfort when I swept her into my hands in a giant hug. I opened my mind to her in its entirety, and I felt a sudden change in my surroundings. I didn't need to look around to know we had teleported to the common room we shared in Viridian.
In the privacy of the room, held in her arms, I broke down into tears. Hashirama was gone. Another member of my team gone, just like that. Just because I wanted to save arguably stronger members of my team for later on. I had wasted his life for such a stupid reason, and the only reason he hadn't been stronger was my fault. I neglected my team. I didn't spend as much time training with Hashirama or Snorlax as I did with Igneel and Broly. It was the truth. Maybe if I had spent more time working on his control and power, I would still have him next to me. Maybe if I had even spent more time working on my own body, I would have been able to avenge him with my own hands. If I were just a little bit faster, a little bit smarter, a little bit better, I would still have him here. Hashirama's death was my fault, and there wasn't even the thought of vengeance to distract me from that knowledge. There was no vengeance because Agatha was dead, and I wasn't the one to put her down. I failed.
XXXXXXX - The Pokemon Professor
I looked through the recordings for the second time, with the President by my side. There was a barely visible smirk of satisfaction on his face that I ached to remove. The video looped again, and I was treated to the sight of my son losing control of his Pokémon, maiming another trainer's Pokémon, then losing that Pokémon to Agatha's rampage, before somehow smuggling a replacement Pokémon into the center to kill Agatha herself.
"What do you want?" I asked the man. If he was showing me this, then Donnell would not be punished. He wanted something from me. It was as clear as day.
"Oh, nothing but the best for the league as it exists now," he said, his crafty smirk becoming more pronounced, and I resisted the urge to punch him in the face. Blackmail was nothing I was not used to. That mess with the girl from Pewter still haunted me to this day, so I had some expertise in being shaken down. That Goodshow would blackmail me was nothing unexpected, but that he would use my son against me like this crossed a line. A line that I would have expected him, of all people, to respect.
"Speak plainly, Charles. Do not attract even more of my ire," I warned.
"Your son crossed a few lines in that video, doing bad things. It can even be argued that he killed one of the Elite Four. Agatha hasn't woken up since his Pokémon did whatever the fuck it did to her in the forest. Oak, I have you over the barrel. What do I want?" you asked. "I want everything—everything you can give and even more. In exchange, I'll bury this. The live recording omitted most of his exploits, as it focused more on Giovanni's rampage. I have quite a few Pokémon that can make the right edits and ensure none of this comes to light. But only if I have you," he said, his smirk barely perceptible beneath his beard.
"And if you don't?" I asked, wanting him to make his threat clear, wanting him to take the last step that would secure his demise, maybe not today, but soon.
"If I don't have you, the video will go live tonight. Your son might be able to avoid prison. The Dusknoir wasn't registered to him, after all, but the court of public opinion cares little for sentiment like that. His career will essentially be over. The bright future he once had ahead of him will become nothing greater than a hope, and even somehow lesser than a dream."
"I see."
"I do hope you see, Professor. Your stubbornness will come to an end today. When I tell you to jump, you won't ask any questions, not even a clarification of height or direction. You will just jump. Everything you are is now at my disposal, and don't forget it."
"You seem to have miscalculated, Charles. I did not say I was abiding by your request," I said, taking the wind out of his sails and luxuriating in the look on his face.
"Your son…"
"My son will be fine," I said, interrupting the previously smug man.
"You speak of public opinion and my son's career as if they are one and the same. You seem to have forgotten which clan my mother hailed from. You seem to have forgotten that no matter the distance between me and them, I carry the blood of dragons in my veins. And what does a dragon care for the opinion of sheep?" His sputters were music to my ears as I continued.
"Release the video. Show the world that my son is and has always been what he needs to be to win. Donnell Oak is the most talented trainer this world has ever seen. In ten years, what impact will that video have when his Charizard will be strong enough to burn entire cities, or when his Snorlax consumes half the world in its hunger? My son will become champion, as he has always been meant to be. This video? Nothing but a footnote," I said, turning away from the man and preparing to teleport out with Alakazam. As my psychic Pokémon appeared next to me, I gave Goodshow some final passing words.
"You threatened me today, Charles. Remember the warning I gave you when this first happened. There will be no third chance. I will remember this day."
XXXXXX- Donnell Oak
I went to bed with Sabrina that night. It was everything I could have wanted and more.
Flashback- Smut (Here's your warning. Please let me know how I do if you end up reading it. If you would rather not, It's best you end your reading here)
It started with a kiss. I couldn't remember who initiated it. Me? Her? Both of us? I know it started in my head, though. She held on to me so tightly, I could not help but feel her in my arms, and then desire came. What would her lips taste like? Both of them. What would it be like to bury myself in her? I don't know when thoughts turned to actions, but with her fully in my head, I had no doubts my thoughts had started it.
The kiss was heaven on earth. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Her lips were soft, like pillows, no. Clouds. They were like clouds. Soft and foamy, and not entirely there. Now, I could answer the question everyone was asking in their heads, 'Is sex with a psychic better?' Yes. Yes it is. Much better than anything out there. Her lips moved in perfect sync with mine. She went deeper in my mind. I could feel her ethereal hands move in my brain, stoking pleasure centres in ways that no one else could. From lying next to each other, I took her in my arms and transitioned. She straddled me as I sat up, our lips never once leaving each other.
We separated for air after a short eternity, and I took the time to take her shirt off. Another good part about sex with a psychic was that she knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it, so there was no need to waste precious time warning her. The hem of her shirt was in my fists in seconds, and over head in less than that. Her bra, a simple black piece, pressed against my shirt as our lips and bodies came together again. Our second kiss was even better than the first as her hands found their way to my hair. Her physical hands ran their way across my scalp as her psychic ones did the same with my mind.
She twisted her hips above mine and ground herself on my member and I gasped in surprise. Her tongue was in my mouth with that split second of opportunity, and I welcomed her greedily, trying to taste every bit of her. Air separated us once again, and this time, she was the one removing my shirt. With nothing to do with my hands, they found their way to her bra-covered breasts. She moaned as I touched them for the first time, and her hands left my shirt buttons to take hold of mine. She guided me through taking off the bra as she telekinetically undid the buttons of my shirt, all while grinding against my erect penis. With both our upper body coverings gone, we met again.
This time, the pleasure went through the ceiling as she ground her hips against me and I played with her nipples, doing my best to give her a taste of the pleasure she was giving me so effortlessly. When she moaned as I pinched them, I decided to try something a bit more risque.
I broke the kiss, and one of her nipples found its way to my mouth. I reviewed my previous thoughts. Those hadn't been moans. This? Her reaction as I bit and licked them? This was a moan. When she ground against me this time, her trousers felt wet on my penis, and I felt my little man jump in excitement. I sent my question to her, and as I felt her gasp out a yes, I took my mouth off its position and flipped us around. Looking at her pinned underneath me on the bed, I found my religion. I placed a quick peck on her lips and began to make my way down. Her neck was baptised in kisses, before I moved on to her breasts. They were perfect. Round, plump and just the right texture. Her nipples, stood erect as I fondled and played with them before making my way even further down. Her stomach, toned and perfect was bathed in kisses, as I licked my way down to the waistband of her trousers.
She shivered beneath me as I took them off, slowly but surely. Her panties followed much quicker and when I took in her naked mound for the first time, I dove into heaven. All thoughts of teasing her died as I went in for a taste. A taste became a sip, and soon I was drowning in her ocean. Her gasps became screams, and those got higher and higher. So high I began to fear that we'd wake up the entire city.
Something about that thought drove her even wilder as her legs wrapped around my head, holding me to my position as she finally orgasmed. Her contractions were a thing to behold, and her screams were something else. I lapped up as much as I could, enjoying her taste like the nectar of the gods. I suspected she was playing around with the way my brain processed taste, but I couldn't complain. She was doing nothing but making a heavenly experience even more perfect.
When her contractions ceased, she pulled me up by tugging on my hair telekinetically, and I ceded to her demands, coming up and diving into a different pair of lips. As we kissed, her hands found my own trousers. They disappeared in seconds. When my boxers followed suit, her hands touched my penis for the first time, and I almost came from that alone. She sent a thought in my head, and I'd never nodded so quickly in my life.
I lifted myself up from her and took a seat on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. This time, when she straddled me, it was for one reason and one reason alone. She took hold of my penis and when she lined it up, I breathed in anticipation. When she finally dropped herself down, I almost cried from the pleasure. It was just something else. She was so wet, and tight and warm, that I could have died a happy man in that moment. Allowing herselfto get used to my presence, she just stayed there and we held each other. After a few minutes, she began to move. Up, and then down. First slowly, and then she picked up pace. Preventing myself from exploding within her was all I could do as she rode me to oblivion. I decided to distract myself, and caught one of her nipples between my teeth. I was already impossibly hard, but I swear the gasp she made made me even harder. I fondled one breast while I covered the other with my mouth, sucking non-existent juices from her. Eventually, even that could no longer distract me and I was about to explode. I signalled her in every way that I could, but she didn't stop. When I tried lifting her up, she just shook her head at me. She slammed down on me one last time, and I exploded, painting her insides pure white.
I exploded within her in bursts, and she kissed me as we rode the ave of my orgasm. When I was finished, she looked down at me with a smile and I joined her. "Shower?" I asked, using my voice for perhaps the first time all night. She just nodded, wrapping her legs around my waist and we made our way to the bathroom
Flashback end
A/N: Best place to end the chapter? Maybe. How was the smut? Thanks for reading. We've got the next Eight chapters of this story, along with the first chapter of another Naruto insert I haven't uploaded yet (It's an Itachi SI) and 19 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.