NSO Chapter 8
I don't own Pokemon.
Zenith- 16 years old, Lv. 42
Cleo- 16 years old, Lv. 38
Upon hearing the buzzer, Kurt immediately rushed towards our small Umbreon protagonist, his speed making it impossible to identify the move he was using. But before Kurt was about to hit his target, he suddenly slowed down, as if the battle was playing out at a x0.25 speed. A small smile formed on Zenith's face as he realised what was going on. Sure, he wouldn't normally have time to react when Kurt charged at him, but with this, he might be able to win this fight.
So, these powers only activate when I'm in immediate danger, or what?
Yeah, or whenever I feel like it. Now, go beat up this Nidoking. I have something to do first.
Wait, what?
In a room in the Hall of Legends, Dialga took the Pokemon Life Connector off his head as Palkia poked her head into his room.
"You knocked, Palkia?" Dialga set the helmet on a nearby table, turning the attached microphone away so that their conversation wouldn't be overheard.
Palkia eyed the headset before replying, a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you alright, Dialga? You haven't left your room in days. The others are worried about you."
Dialga snorted in disbelief. "The day when Legendaries care about each other is the day dragons can hit fairies. Anyways, I haven't been in here that long."
Palkia scratched the back of her head, feeling both sheepish and guilty for trying to use such an obvious lie. Dialga's reply wasn't wrong. The Legendaries tended to only look for themselves. If someone needed help with something, they all retreated and locked themselves in their rooms faster than one could say 'Please'. Dialga could be absent for days on end and no one would even question his disappearance.
"But… there IS one Legendary here that does care about you…" Dialga looked up, his gaze meeting Palkia's, the [Spacial] Pokemon giving him a sly wink.
"And who would that be?"
"Me," Holding their stare, Palkia closed the gap between the two Legendaries, so close to Dialga that their lips were almost touching. Palkia's palm lay under Dialga's chin, claws gripping the sides of the Temporal Pokemon's face in case she shied away from her sudden advance. Luckily, that wasn't necessary. Dialga remained as still as he was before, still looking into Palkia's eyes.
"You really can't stay in here forever. We both know that I can't do everything by myself, you at least have to help me out from time to time."
A nod from Dialga as acknowledgement, before gesturing towards the headset that lay on the table next to him.
"I know, but this is important. I'll set some time for you later."
As Palkia released her hold on Dialga, he picked up the Pokemon Life Connector again, and was in the motion of putting it back onto his head before being interrupted by a question from Palkia.
"So, who have you… selected?"
"A Shiny Umbreon."
"Interesting. Good luck then." Conjuring up a swirling black and blue portal, Palkia left the room, leaving Dialga alone once more. Putting the Pokemon Life Connector back on, Dialga returned back to his previous task.
I'm back.
Back? You never left!
Groaning, Dialga face-palmed himself in self-annoyance. His conversation with Palkia had led him to forget that he had slowed down time on Earth, so the few minutes that he had spent with Palkia were only a few milliseconds back in Zenith's reality.
Zenith had sidestepped Kurt's attack with ease. Now in slow motion, he could make out the Nidoking's large, sharp horn glowing a bright green. Megahorn. Kurt had apparently tried to take him down quickly with a powerful, super-effective move.
This might be the only time I say this, but thank you, Dialga!
No prob- hey wait! How did you know who I am?
Next time, actually put down the phone first. You may have slowed down time, but you excluded me when you did so.
So… you were standing there. In slow motion. For a few minutes, listening in to my conversation.
Yeah. Sorry, but it's kind of boring watching Kurt move so slowly.
Even though Zenith had tried to be as casual as he could throughout the entire exchange, now that he knew the identity of his inner voice, his mind was completely blown. The voice in his head, the one that he had been stuck with for more than three years, the one that had caused him to be diagnosed with schizophrenia and think he was slowly going insane, was actually Dialga, the Pokemon God of Time?
Awesome. Very scary, but a little awesome.
Gathering back his wits from the sudden reveal, Zenith returned his attention to the ongoing fight. The hulking purple figure was still 'charging' past him, moving so slowly that Zenith could make out every single battle-earned scar that adorned the Nidoking's tough hide.
Alright then. Now that we've gotten this identity stuff out of the way, let's defeat this Nidoking!