UncleKAKAA
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- An adaptation of the storyline in Pokemon Black and White, with more realism and maturity. Witness the rise of Team Plasma as it could have been, with Ghetsis at its head and N as the puppet dancing to his strings. King, an office worker, must contend with the ideals of Team Plasma and the weight of his past if he is to ever achieve his dreams of being a great trainer.-
Chapter Twenty:
Icirrus City: King
King stepped into Icirrus City. A muted nip chilled the air, a stark contrast to how it'd been in the swamp. All of the buildings that he could see were short and squat like a venusaur, except for one. He could pick out the gym immediately; a crowd gathered outside of it, and someone stood in front of the gym doors, having to address them all. Good chance that was the gym leader.Chapter Twenty:
Icirrus City: King
He started in that direction, taking the dirt streets that weaved through the town. The place looked as old as anything he'd ever seen as if the people had planted themselves in the area three hundred years ago and never figured to change a single thing. Most of the houses were wooden, and the place smelled of dust and sweat. He supposed all the people liked to keep with tradition and whatnot.
Tradition had its uses, he admitted. Most of them were just stupid.
He walked the steep hill to the gym, where murmurs of confused conversation filled his ears. The gym leader, Brycen, who looked as if he hadn't eaten in at least twenty years, listened to all the people with a placid expression, hands folded behind his back.
"… what does it mean for the gym challenge? What if trainers stop coming?"
Brycen shook his head. "The gym challenge will not be negatively affected. There are still thirteen gyms across Unova. What happened to Drayden, a dear friend of mine, was horrid, but it is not the first time a gym leader has died before they could name a successor."
King stopped mid-step at the edge of the crowd. Drayden was dead? But he'd challenged him no more than a few days prior. How in the…
"What if those people are right, Brycen?" Someone called out. "What if we really are abusing Pokemon?"
"The bond between Pokemon and person is like nothing else I know," Brycen said, taking note of King with a sweep of his eyes. "Battles may injure them at times, it is true, but if Pokemon could speak, I am sure they would say they wish for nothing else. Now, come. Go back to your homes. I have a challenger I must attend to."
They turned to look at King. He raised an eyebrow.
Some dished out a few last-minute questions for Brycen, grumbling about this and that, but the group eventually scattered back to their homes. Most didn't give King so much as a second glance. He stepped up to the gym leader once they had all gone.
"Greetings," Brycen said. "You have come to challenge me, I assume."
King nodded. "Drayden's dead? Seemed like he was ready to take on the whole damn world when I battled him a few days ago."
Brycen gave a tight-lipped smile. "He is no longer among us, yes. I suppose you were one of his last opponents." He eyed the badge pinned to King's shirt.
"Guess so," King said. "How'd he go?"
"Murder."
"They know who?"
"No." Brycen shook his head. "They do not, but I expect that it was one of those aligned with this N character. The one who has been appearing on the news. I have told the people of this town as much. Perhaps it was he himself who shot the bullet."
King rubbed his chin. That guy from Vertress City might have killed someone? He hadn't seemed the type, but considering he was a fanatic, maybe it wasn't too far-fetched. Drayden might have disagreed with N's beliefs, and that could have been all it took to set him off.
Either way, it wasn't King's concern. The people might be reacting to N in some ways, but as long as he didn't go around killing all the gym leaders left and right, King didn't see a reason to worry.
"Come," Brycen said, turning on a heel. He stepped inside the gym. "You have one badge, as I can see. Let us determine if you have the skill to earn a second."
No more than an hour later, King waled out from the doors with the Freeze Badge held in two fingers. He smirked to himself and pinned it next to the Legend Badge. Too easy. He hadn't even used zorua, who he figured would still need some time to pout before he was ready to battle again. So, rufflet had been the sacrifice, to deal as much damage as possible before King finished it with tympole. Good thing he'd caught it, too. The thing was a powerhouse.
He slid his hands into his pockets and started back down the hill. The next gym on the list was in Mistralton City, way past the mountains to the west. It'd take a long time to get there, but all that meant was more time to train his Pokemon. Not that they needed it. Skylar used flying-type Pokemon, which weren't super-effective against zorua, rufflet, or tympole. He'd be in and out of there quicker than he had with Brycen.
Coming into the city, or the village, more like, he passed a few of the creaky old buildings. Before he could get far, however, he noticed someone walking toward him. A tall, muscular build. A face like it had warped in on itself. A shadow that seemed to stretch for miles and miles, where it loomed over King. A bulbous nose. A square beard. Red, wispy hair…
King stumbled back. His father.
He needed somewhere to hide. Anywhere. His legs wouldn't move, nothing would. No… no! Why is he here?!
"Well, ****in' well," his father said. He grinned at King. They were the same height, but King felt like he was inches and feet shorter. "Look at what the purrloin dragged in."
King swallowed hard. He gripped the fabric inside his pockets to keep his hands from shaking.
His father began to circle him. "What's my kid doing out in the middle of butt-**** nowhere, eh? Didn't like livin' in the big city?" He cackled, stopping in front of him. "Ooh, or is it because somebody thought they could become a trainer?"
He flicked the badges on King's shirt. King flinched and glared, sweat pooling at his forehead.
His father leaned forward. King smelled his rancid breath. "You think you're something great now, don't ya'? Didn't I tell you never to become a trainer, boy? Didn't I tell you? Well, let's see if you're all the hot **** you think you are."
He stepped back, still with that wearing that putrid grin. King wanted to tackle him, to tip it off and pound his face into the dirt. No. You're not like him. Control your emotions. You're not some two year old anymore. He wants to battle? Then let's let him have it.
"Alright," King said. He shifted. "That's what you want? Come on!"
"You remember who I am, boy?" His father roared. He took an Ultraball in his hand.
"I'm the goddamn Humilau City gym leader! Who are you compared to that?"
They threw their Pokemon at the same time. Have to win this battle. There was one Pokemon that would let him do that.
"Leavanny!" King called. Zorua would know to come out as that. A signal to it. His father used water-type Pokemon, so-
The Ultraball opened. A conkeldurr slammed onto the ground, its weight shaking the nearby buildings. People yanked open their windows.
Zorua didn't transform when it appeared.
His father doubled over with laughter. "Oh, ****s sake! We aren't at the gym, boy! And look, that zorua doesn't even listen to ya'!"
I can do it, sir. I'm strong enough. I'll show you.
It darted forward.
"Zorua!" King bellowed. His heart yanked up into his throat. "What are you-"
"Hammer Arm!"
Conkeldurr reeled one of its stone pillars back. It glowed with sharp white light.
"Zorua! Get the hell out of the-"
Zorua jumped. The pillar slammed into it. It flew to the side, cracking against the wall of a building, crumpling to the ground. Someone yelled.
King fumbled for another Pokeball. He was dimly aware of the fact that he was beginning to hyperventilate, something he hadn't done since being a kid. He didn't care. He had to win. The only option. Victory.
He threw rufflets Pokeball. It circled in the air.
"Rufflet… Aerial Ace!"
"Stone Edge!"
Jagged stones flew. Rufflet toppled. A loose rock caught King in the stomach. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his abdomen, exuding spittle as he coughed into the ground.
"Enough!" Someone shouted. "Enough!"
King released tympole. His father howled with laughter.
"Tym…pole… Muddy-"
"Focus Punch!"
A massive impact ruptured the ground. King didn't look up. He collapsed to the dirt.
His father stepped in front of him, cracking a boot into the back of his head. Dull gray pain split through King's skull. The pain brought with it memories. Memories he thought he'd long since forgotten.
"It's the same as always," his father hissed. "The goddamn same. If you ever come to my gym, I will humiliate you so horribly, boy. I will kill every one of your Pokemon, and don't you think for a second that I won't."
He turned and left. Hands grabbed King, pulled him to his feet. He ignored the people and stared after his father's disappearing form.
"I'm not afraid of you, bastard!" He screamed.
His father flipped him the finger. King squeezed his jaw so tight he thoughts the muscles might pop.
Why did he have to come back? Why did he have to remind King how awful his only father was?
Next time, King thought. Next time I'll be stronger than you've ever seen me before.
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