The Forgotten Son

[Banov]

The Forgotten Son (Chapter 9 posted 11-27)

Hello everyone! Welcome to my humble fanfiction, The Forgotten Son. It's an angst/drama story full of twists and exciting edge-of-your-seat moments.

Some quick things you ought to know: you may find in my various posts that I will try to re-direct you to an off-site place where I updated the chapters with new fixes and whatnot. In the process of wrapping up the story, I went over the older chapters and replaced them with their fixed versions, so you don't need to worry about that anymore. Just follow the trail of posts to the next chapter. While I'm still not toatlly pleased with the earliest chapters, people still enjoy them just as much, and it's only natural that my writing ability grew over the two years between this story's debut and fast-reaching climax.

I've included a full chapter list below, and the prologue is at the end of this post. Enjoy!

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Chapter List:

Prologue: Five Years Ago...
Chapter 1: Weak
Chapter 2: Not So Bad
Chapter 3: Smile For you
Chapter 4: Teeter-Totter
Chapter 5: Into the Darkness
Chapter 6: Out from Darkness
Chapter 7: Alive and Kicking
Chapter 8: Training
Chapter 9: Gap
Chapter 10: Back to the Place I Once Knew
Chapter 11: Boom
Chapter 12: Evolution
Chapter 13: Explosive
Chapter 14: Darkness
Chapter 15: Strength
Epilogue: Five Years Later...

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Prologue
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He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's…. he's gone.

The same thought ran through the head of Luke Merluzzi over and over- his brother, Griffe, was gone. He was gone, gone, gone, gone. And even though it wasn't his fault, Luke felt responsible and guilty. It was his own damn `coming of age' that began the series of events leading up to this moment.

“Luke!”

Luke didn't bother looking up- the voice he heard was quickly recognized as his father's. Hearing his father's voice made him awfully angry after what just happened. So angry, in fact, he stood up and yelled back, tears streaming down his face.

“Go away, dad! I wish you'd never come back here! Go back to your work and out of my life!”

“How dare you talk to me like that, Luke! I've just offered you a position with me in a place that'll bring you prosperity like you never dreamed!”

“You call this `prosperity'?! Griffe's gone! You- you were so despicable that you drove him to run away! Ever since you got involved with this Team Rocket and this Giovanni guy everyone's lives have been ruined!!”

Luke was yelling louder than he ever had. He sobbed and then sat back down into his corner, burying his head into his hands and legs weeping, his black hair bobbing as he sobbed into his arms.

“Luke, your brother ran away because he's jealous of what I just-”

“Are you blind, dad?! He hates you. He ran away with my pokemon because he doesn't want it to end up with me under your control! You used to train them with kindness, but now… now you gave that up for more power!”

“Get out of my house!” Luke's mother screamed, running in after hearing them in the kitchen. She picked up a shoe and threw it as hard as she could, but it missed its target; her husband. “You're trying to corrupt our son with your pitiful offers, and now you've traumatized him after you drove my little Griffe to run away from here! You're disgusting; you're nothing like that man I married so many years ago!”

No, no, not again. Mom and dad are fighting again. Luke hated it! With one more sob, he stood up and dashed out of the house with nothing but the clothes on his back, screaming all the way.

“Luuuuke!” His mother called, yelling to her son as he ran.

“Son!” His father yelled, “Your brother ran away to stand up for what he believes in- but you're running away out of pure fear fear!! If you're truly so cowardly, then from this moment on I declare you to no longer be my son!”

Luke turned back.

“I don't care! I don't want to be your son anymore! I don't want to be a part of what you've become! I hope I never see you again!”

And he turned again and ran. And ran, and ran, and ran.
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End Prologue

 

[Banov]

Sorry for the double post, but I find it more organized to keep each chapter in a seperate post. If I get in trouble for this, then I'll gladly delete this post and move chapter one to my first post.

Chapter 1
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“AAAAaaah!”

With a yell Luke jumped out of his bed, his face sweating.

“Oh… it was just that dream again…. I guess I should have expected it…. After all, it’s my… birthday….”

The as of today fifteen-year-old boy sobbed into his arms. Along with his dream, many other painful memories surfaced. He remembered the shock his family felt when his dad left to be a part of team rocket…. The joy of getting his first pokemon, a small blue-and-yellow cyndaquil, on his tenth birthday, and the horror when Griffe ran away with it… he remembered searching for Griffe for six months before giving up… when he was twelve and team rocket disbanded, and the fear he felt of where his dad was…..

...And then he remembered Griffe himself… Griffe always had well-cut and neat black hair, as opposed to Luke’s untidy hair. He’d always talk about when he was big enough to train pokemon, and all the fun he’d have with Luke….. tears formed in Luke’s eyes as he realized that by now, if Griffe was still alive then he’d be ten… he’d have just left home with his own starting pokemon….

This sadness turned to hatred, as he recalled his father, whose greed forced all of this to happen. He gritted his teeth and punched his bed.

His chance of going back to sleep were gone, so he pushed himself upright and yawned, scratching his head and blinking his moist, swollen eyes. A frown hung on his face as he pushed open the door to his home; which coincided with the door to his room. He lived in a one-room house on the route between Violet City, a city on top of a hill near the middle of the region, and Azalea Town, a small town with bright colors and nice people. Luke, whose profession didn’t bring him much money, was too poor to buy a home in azalea town, so he settled for right next to it.

After leaving his home, he circled around to the back where he built a shed himself, a shed only a little smaller than his house. Within it he found the pokemon who he’d acquired over the years; for now, just a green lizard treecko and a white cow pokemon miltank; an oddity as most were pink.

Luke ran a small day-care center. New trainers fresh out of Violet City would often come upon his home, and give him their weak pokemon to watch over as they were too lazy to care for their own pokemon. It sickened Luke; the way they abandoned weak pokemon reminded him of his father, and in the same way he felt a closeness to these abandoned pokemon, as he felt just as they did. Oftentimes their trainer would never return, and Luke would set the pokemon free.

There was one exception: the treecko. Luke had tried to set it free, but for some reason it never actually left. There were some things that separated this treecko from its peers; it was unique in that it attacked with a long, hard, sharpened leaf blade, equipping it like a sword and using it as a weapon. Not only that, but it had an incredible bloodlust.

As for miltank, Luke found it near olivine city close to the time Team Rocket disbanded. Luke was beat up and battered; he had traveled an unbelievable distance without any supplies; he lived off of thievery and other such things until then. As he collapsed outside the city, the miltank found him and nursed him back to health with its milk. Evidently miltank have strong maternal feelings for children. For this reason it never left Luke, even though it technically was not under his ownership; it worried about him dearly, treating him as its own son.

Both pokemon were awake, and appeared to be simply sitting together. Upon Luke’s entrance miltank gave a sad moo and embraced the boy, knowing right away that today was his least favorite day of the year. Treecko, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. It really didn’t appear to like Luke much at all, despite his efforts.

Spotting a mareep galloping out near the house, treecko felt suddenly possessed and stood up, dashing out the door and suddenly attacking the electric sheep with its blade of grass.

“Treecko, get back here!”

There was no response as the pokemon was attacked back by electricity from the small sheep.

“Oh, for the love of- Kenshin, get back here!!”

‘Kenshin’ was the only name to which treecko responded to, named such by his previous trainer. The treecko turned and growled, hesitating then walking back, casting its opponent a glance that struck the deepest fear into it.

“Treeck- er, Kenshin, you know I don’t like you to battle. You’ve done a good job of staying out of trouble for the last month, don’t break it now!”

The treecko looked up and bared its teeth. Luke’s will for his pokemon not to fight caused a great deal of tension between him and Kenshin, who wanted to fight all the time. The force-feeding of pacifism onto the pokemon lead to the storing up of its bloodlust, until it exploded all at once and attacked random pokemon. To fight this pokemon’s nature was very difficult to do.

Miltank squeezed Luke even tighter, wishing for him to calm down and stop yelling; it was afraid Kenshin would harm him. It gave a chipper moo to try and cheer up Luke, but today not much would be able to do that.

After some time of calming down together, the trio did their daily ritual of going up to Violet city for breakfast, which Luke could just barely afford, and returned back to Luke’s home by noon.

They came home to see some kid knocking on Luke’s door. From his backside Luke could see the kid had long, red hair; very untidy red hair.

“Um… excuse me sir?”

The boy turned around, and Luke jumped back.

The boy had terrifying eyes, which seemed to be overflowing with…. Something. Whatever that something was, it scared the heck out of Luke, and he barely managed the courage to continue his sentence.

“H-hello, sir, were you going to drop off a pokemon for day care?”

The boy raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I will. I suppose you’re the owner?”

“Yup, I am. Which pokemon will I be taking care of and for how long?”

“Well, I have this pokemon- called magikarp.”

He released a large red fish, which bounced helplessly on the ground.

“I hate it. It’s weak.” He said this with a certain bitterness.

“You… you hate this pokemon because it’s weak?” Luke responded, shocked.

“Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

“Well, yes, I do. Not liking a pokemon because of its strength is a terrible thing. If you train with it a lot, I’m sure it’ll get-“

“I don’t have TIME to train a weak pokemon.”

“What a terrible thing to say...”

“Listen, should I give you my pokemon or would you rather I force it onto you?!” The kid said, grabbing Luke by the scruff of his neck and staring into Luke with his cold eyes.

“G-giving it to me’s fine.” Luke’s courage ran out rather quickly.

“Good.” He shoved Luke to the ground.

“Now, I never want to see this weakling ever again.”

He kicked his fish and it landed into Luke’s lap with a painful groan. Tears began forming in Luke’s eyes as he looked at the abused pokemon. Without a word the kid walked away, his long hair trembling in the wind. He looked back one more time, however.

“I hope you don’t plan to win any battles like that. You’re training your pokemon to be weak, you’re letting them get too close. I learned that getting close to a pokemon is painful- the hard way. I hope that you change your ways soon.”

And then he continued off into the distance.
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End Chapter 1

 

[Banov]

...Slight update: I may put up both chapter four and five by next week, so depending on how that goes m y update scheduly may change a bit. Also, I'm not gonna put up chapter two until I get at least ONE review....

...Pretty Please?

 

[Y2Gray]

Pretty intense stuff, seems pretty good so far. I like how you're building up that this trainer doesn't want to fight, and when/if he does fight, it'll be a big thing.

One thing I noticed was a Harry Potter-esque style to Luke, e.g. no family, hates his birthday etc. etc.

Keep it up, I'll be interested to see where this goes.

 

[Banov]

Now that you mention it, he IS a little HP-esque. Wasn't on purpose though, and personality-wise he's a pretty different guy.

 

[Byakugan Tenten]

One thing I noticed was a Harry Potter-esque style to Luke, e.g. no family, hates his birthday etc. etc

I agree, it does seem like that!

Great Fanfic! I hope to see more chapters! I like how you put the character into something that people can realte to. Very nice, keep it up.

~ IM ~

 

[Banov]

Thanks for the reviews everyone! Well, as of now it seems almost certain that ch. 4 will be up on tuesday everywhere else, so here's my new update schedule:

Saturday- Chapter 2
Monday- Chapter 3
Wednesday- Chapter 4
Friday- Possibly and most likely chapter chapter 5.

After that, I'll update at least once very week on either a Tuesday or a Friday. So, check on Tuesdays and Fridays for new chapters! (I usually put them up around noon on East Coast USA time.)

 

[Banov]

Here's chapter two!

Chapter 2
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Once the red-haired boy disappeared over the horizon, Luke gave the magikarp a tight hug.

“Shhhhh… don't be upset… I'll take care of you now.”

He felt the fish trembling in his arms as it began to weep. It was abandoned in the most cruel of forms, hated by the one person who it wanted to be strong for. It was a depressing thing, but Luke had seen it before.

“Miltank, take this guy and get him some milk. Let's help him feel right at home!”

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Everyone was silent for the remainder of the day. Even treecko was surprisingly friendly to the newcomer, trying hard to be near it and comfort it. Miltank milked herself dry, giving her best milk to the red fish in hopes of cheering it up. That night as they all went back to bed, Luke was happy to see the magikarp smiling as it lay down beside treecko in its hay bed.

As Luke went to sleep that night, he kept hearing the words of that kid in his head over and over…

“You're training your pokemon to be weak, you're letting them get too close. I learned that getting close to a pokemon is painful- the hard way. I hope that you change your ways soon.”

He despised what the red-haired boy said to him, yet what he told him about his weak pokemon seemed to make perfect sense. Luke couldn't help but feel that unless he made his pokemon stronger, he'd regret it….

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Luke opened his pokemon's shed that morning to see all of them getting along great. Miltank and Kenshin's efforts had appeared to have helped the magikarp, as it was grinning and laughing with them when Luke stepped in.

“Alright guys, good morning! Glad to see you all happy. Now, who wants breakf- oh.”

In that instant, Luke realized that he was officially broke. He used up all his remaining money on dinner last night, leaving him nothing to buy food with today. His pokemon, however, stepped forward, eager for a hearty breakfast.

“Umm, I don't know how to tell you guys, but, uh… I'm kinda broke right now.”

Suddenly all three of his pokemon looked utterly depressed. They all looked so hungry, Luke really wanted to feed them, but… well, he couldn't. He certainly couldn't steal food, as miltank would slaughter him. And he couldn't go and catch some fish for food, since… well, he didn't want to traumatize magikarp. Berries weren't going to be good substance for his pokemon, either, but… they had to do for then.

So, with that in mind they all set off on a berry picking search. They were able to find enough to feed all three pokemon, although Luke had to go hungry since humans couldn't eat most of the berries pokemon could- in fact, the only berries humans could eat grew in only a few places across the entire region of Johto, and discerning them from pokemon berries was awfully tricky business.

“Don't worry about me, guys…” he said. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes showed a lot of concern for what would happen to him now. He felt his stomach lurch and growl as it craved for some food, but the call went unanswered save for some milk he had in bottles from miltank, which he kept at home. So much miltank's milk throughout his life had actually given Luke a great height; he was tall for fifteen, although his cautious personality didn't fit this large exterior. His muscles, however, were not as well-toned as they should have been for a boy his age, due to his rather empty lifestyle.

Just as he was about to set off for his house, he heard a chipper call from behind; a very nasal-sounding squeal which startled him. He turned around to see a small blue pokemon, which had a small, armless body with an oversized head and small gray protrusions on the sides of its head; a pokemon called wooper.

“Huh… a wild pokemon. But it isn't attacking?”

Suddenly he felt a certain bloodlust- one he knew too well. He turned and saw Kenshin, trembling as he stared at that little blue creature, the insuppressible urge to attack it mindlessly surfacing on the green lizard's face.

“K-Kenshin… no… we don't attack other pokemon, Kenshin!”

But it was too late. With a sharp howl it had drawn its blade and rushed through the distance separating the two within a second, whaling on the small blue pokemon with everything it had. The small blue pokemon flailed helplessly as the green lizard circled around it, cutting it up from all directions. It had a completely frenzied look in its eyes and it was grinning, baring its pearly white sharp teeth as it whirled around the little wooper.

“Kenshin, stop!!”

It gave another howl, leaping into the air again and slicing into Luke's arm with its sword.

The pain was unbelievable.

With a loud yell Luke fell to the ground, clutching his arm which was now seeping blood. He gave a bewildered and confused look at his attacker who came to his senses and began screaming and beating itself with its blade.

“S-stop hurting yourself, Kenshin!”

The lizard dropped its blade, falling to the ground and closing its eyes. It looked very upset with itself, as once again it had failed its master and had attacked a helpless pokemon. Before it would get angry at Luke, but now it saw it had gone too far.

“Miltank… give the poor wooper some milk, and then Kenshin…”

The miltank, who up until now had been watching in motionless shock, stirred itself and bumbled over to the wooper, painfully moaning on the ground. After a couple mouthfuls of milk, however, it looked happy again, although its wounds didn't look too good. The milk it gave to Kenshin, however, seemed to leave no effect at all; the green lizard sat in place in total silence, its wounds giving off blood although it didn't seem to care.

They set off for home, taking the wooper with them to heal it and care for it. Kenshin refused to move at all, so miltank had to carry it home.

They got home in the early afternoon. Luke was able to bandage his arm, and with some more miltank milk wooper's wounds healed. Kenshin, on the other hand, refused to drink any more. It sat in a corner of the house, looking down at the ground solemnly. Luke felt an immeasurable level of guilt, but everything he said to comfort Kenshin didn't seem to reach the green pokemon.

After some time, Luke opened the door to his house and motioned for the wooper to leave and go back to the wild.

“Bye-bye, wooper. Thanks for stopping by, and I'm so sorry for getting you hurt.”

However the blue pokemon looked outside and frowned, shaking its head.

“Huh? Wooper, it's time to go.”

It closed its eyes and shook its head, then rubbed against Luke's leg.

“Wooper, you can't stay here! I'm nearly broke, I'll have no way to support you, let alone my own pokemon!”

Saying that reminded him of how hungry he was, and he frowned and clutched his stomach as it begged and pleaded for food.

The wooper sat down right where it was standing, looking up and frowning. There was nothing Luke could say to sway it into leaving.

Luke gave a terribly sad sigh as he slumped into the ground and shut the door. Yet another pokemon had the misfortune of being in his care, as he now felt painfully aware of his own ineptitude to raise pokemon properly.

And the entire house was cast in silence. Kenshin crossed its arms, staring mindlessly at the ground as if it were waiting for it to do something. Miltank, with a frown watched Luke who sat silently on the ground, deep in thought on how he could make more money. Magikarp, without the chipper atmosphere it had been caught up in now remembered its own pain of being abandoned only yesterday, and lost all of its happy energy. And wooper felt overwhelmed by the sadness of the entire room, killing even its own cheerful mood.

However the silence lasted for only a moment as a knock came on the door. With a new energy Luke leapt up, eager to raise more pokemon to get money. He opened the door to reveal a young boy, looking to be about ten years old. He had black hair which came out from his white and red cap, as well as a red and white jacket and white shorts. He was wearing his cap backwards, and carried a look on his face that really gave you the idea that he was quite a competent trainer.

“Hey there!” He said, “I'm on a journey to be the pokemon league champion. I've been battling all sorts of people, and I heard a pokemon trainer lived here. Is that you?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, I'd like to battle you, please! Come out with a couple pokemon and let's fight!”

“Um, I'm sorry, I don't battle pokemon. I just… look over them.”

“Oh, you're watching your friend's pokemon?”

“Uh, no, I run a day-care center, but at the moment all of my pokemon inside-” he gestures toward the curious crowd of pokemon trying to get a good look at the visitor, “-are owned by me.”

“You… own pokemon… but you don't battle them?”

“Well, uh, yes.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I… I don't want them to get hurt. And, I want to be friends with them. If they get hurt and I make them battle I'm afraid they won't like me anymore. Plus… to be a strong trainer, you have to give up friendship with your pokemon and order them around like tools. I could never do that.”

At this point, the boy had let himself in and sat down in one of the free chairs in Luke's house.

“Huh?? You've got it all wrong, dude. Raising strong pokemon doesn't require cruelty- it requires kindness!”

“It… it does?”

Luke sat down in a chair close to the kid, watching him intently.

“Well, yeah. And it's in pokemon's natures to battle. Your pokemon'd be happier if they battled; and if they got hurt, they'd be happy because they got hurt for you. Nothing makes pokemon happier than to see their trainer happy. And by the looks of some of these guys-”

The boy glanced around the room.

“-You haven't been very happy lately. What's wrong?”

“Well, it's just- I'm out of money and I can't support my pokemon anymore, and lately I've run into a really mean trainer who gave me a magikarp because it was too weak for him... I mean, it's really depressing. That guy told me to stop being close to my pokemon, because if I was too close to them I'd pay for it somehow. And now you're coming in here, and telling me that I should be close to them and battle with them to make them happy and strong. I-I just… I'm not sure who to believe, and the idea of battling them makes me uneasy…”

“Listen, I can tell you that whoever that kid was, I'm the right one. Why, my cyndaquil and I, we're best buddies, but we've never lost. Can you say that out friendship has made us weaker?”

“I, uh… I guess not.”

Luke winced a little at the thought of a cyndaquil. He didn't like them too much after he lost his with Griffe…

“And look at your pokemon- a lot of them look really weak and poorly raised because they've never fought. Pokemon that don't battle don't grow properly, you know? It's unhealthy. And the thrill of battling is just the thing that'll make some of them happy, I'm sure of it.”

“Well… fine, I suppose. Maybe it's time I took them out and battled them once in a while. But, still… I shouldn't battle anyway, since… I need to spend time making money to support them…”

“Ha ha ha! Listen, man. Winning battles gets you lots of money! You'll never have to worry about money problems again!”

“Wow, that's- really?”

“Yup! I can attest to how rich battling makes you!”

With that, the boy stood up.

“Well, it's been great to meet you. My name's Ken, don't forget it. I have to go now and find a more worthy opponent. Who knows, maybe someday you'll find me… and beat me!”

Luke gave a slight grin.

“Well… I wouldn't go that far. I'm sure I won't b so great, after all. I don't want to push my pokemon too far, so I'll keep it at a minimum… only for when I need money.”

Luke was impressed with what he just heard, but he was still uneasy about battling. He shouldn't try so hard, he thought to himself, and just keep it slow and easy.

“Well…do what makes you and your pokemon happiest, I guess.” Ken said.

And so Ken walked off into the distance, and Luke closed his door with the slightest hint of a smile. His own happiness gave a glimmer of hope to all of his pokemon, lightening up the room a bit.

Maybe he was wrong about battling.

Soon after this revelation, his stomach began rumbling again. It seemed ready to take his other organs hostage if it didn't get food soon.

“Guys, get up! We're going to try battling today!”
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End Chapter 2

 

[Y2Gray]

Very nice. It was good how you described Luke's change of heart, and Kenshin's shame at attacking it's trainer.

One small nitpick though, I've noticed you always spell a Pokémon's name without a capital letter, which it technically should have.

But all in all, a good fic. It'll be interesting to see how Luke performs as a battling trainer.

 

[katiekitten]

Actually, there has been a lot of discussion on whether you should/should not capatilise pokemon names. XD As they are the animals of the pokemon world, you can compare it to this one. Would you say: 'The Dog went for a walk' or 'The dog went for a walk'? XD So most people say no capital in those situtions.

However, if the pokemon name is its specie, you would have a capital.

I'll review this later.

 

[Banov]

Well, there are way too many mentions of pokemon names for me to go back and change ALL of that @___________@

I think I can get away with it for now, and it's my preferance to keep it lowercase. You guys are the first ones to say anything, so... uhh... shhh. :x

Thank you for the good comments, though. Don't thnk this is a complete cange of heart for Luke, though. This is still a little forced for him, and he's pretty unsure of going all the way through with this. But you'll come to see that in the story...

 

[Dunsparce]

It's pretty good, IMO the only thing I really can complain about is the length, but that's only because of my personal taste, as I like long chapters XD

 

[Demy]

this is a very intresting story
I like the way the chapters flow in with onw another.

Demy

 

[Banov]

For the length, I'm taking special care to keep them shortish so that they don't intimidate certain readers.

Like yours do, Dunsparse. I'll betcha that's why you have trouble gettign readers.

 

[Banov]

Here's chapter three.

Chapter 3
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The idea of being allowed to battle brought new life to many of Luke's pokemon- especially Kenshin. As they walked down the route they lived, Kenshin jumped up and down in place and would run around, with a grin. Luke was happy to see him so excited, but he wasn't sure if what made it so; because of the workout or because it wanted the chance to hurt other pokemon? The thought of the second possibility scared Luke, but seeing his Treecko happy for the first time gave him confidence to go through with this.

Eventually, Luke came upon a young girl with long black which went halfway down to her waist, looking to be about 15. She wore a mostly green uniform, with a round green hat resting crookedly on her head. She seemed bored, with her eyes staring in an uninterested way at nothing in particular, but at her waist Luke saw a collection of pokeballs- a trainer! Just what he wanted.

“Hi!” He said, nearing the girl and startling her. “Um, I was wondering… would you like to, uh… um….”

Kenshin kicked him in the leg.

“Battle?!” Luke's voice jumped up considerably, making the girl jump.

“Battle? Uhh… sure, okay. I was getting bored anyway. How many against how many?”

“Huh?”

“Will 2 on 2 be okay?”

“Ummm, sure, whatever.”

“Cool. Uh… let's begin, then! Go, spearow!”

With a wave of her arm and a toss of a pokeball, she released the small brown bird, accompanied by a bright flash and a loud squawk.

“Well, Kenshin, this is the moment you've been waiting for, right? Give it a try!”

Kenshin nodded and leaped in front of the bird, who looked at the lizard deeply with its reddish eyes.

“Spearow, use peck!”

The bird nodded, and with a flap of its wings raised itself into the air. A second flap accelerated it forward with a speed the startled Luke. Kenshin, however, turned back to look at Luke, watching him intently.

Half a second passed as the spearow drew closer, and Luke began waving his arms.

“Wh-what are you doing looking at me?! Do something!”

The green lizard raised an eyebrow, and was immediately afterward stuck straight in the stomach. Unguarded, the blow did a lot more damage than it should have. Kenshin growled as the spearow flapped its wings and raised itself even higher, and it looked back at Luke with a rage in its eye.

“Wh-why're you looking at me like that?! It isn't my fault you just stood there and let it hit you!”

The girl gave a laugh. “Have you ever even battled before?! You're pretty old to start. You're supposed to COMMAND your pokemon on what to do in a fight!”

“Command them?”

“Uh, yeah genius!”

“But that can't be right… to command pokemon and have them obey you would make them a slave to your will. How can pokemon like that? There's no way they'd want to be friends being ordered around like that…”

“How should I know! If you don't tell them what to do, they're just gonna stand there and get hit. Now I don't mean to be rude but do yah think they'd be happier standing there and getting the snot beat out of them over being told what to do to save themselves?”

“I… I guess not, but… either way, it seems like they'd be unhappy... and Ken said that-”

“You know, whatever kid. More money and victories for me. Spearow, another peck!”

With a nod, the bird craned its beak down and shot towards the reptile's head, gravity boosting its speed. Once again Kenshin looked back at Luke, awaiting a command.

However, Luke stood still, unsure of what to do. He frowned. Kenshin bared its teeth and began growling. Luke looked back at it with shining eyes and a small frown. In that moment, time felt like it was slowing down….

Kenshin's teeth disappeared under its lips. It turned away from Luke, now unsure of what to do. Through Luke's eyes it saw how uncomfortable he was with commanding it. It closed its eyes, and decided that as his pokemon it should do what makes him happy. Sure, getting commands would help, but when had that stopped it before? Time's flow seemed to return in that instant as the pokemon's eyes burst open.

With a sharp yell it leaped up, creating its favorite grass blade from its wrist and grabbing onto it, bringing it forward just in time to meet Spearow's beak. The stiffened blade of grass was tough, especially with the reptile's firm arm behind it, and so it repelled the attack.

“Huh?” The girl was appalled. “It did an awesome move like that… without a command?”

Spearow flapped its wings and tried to push itself back from the lizard, but as it pushed back the lizard whirled around with its blade extended and managed to land a good slash across the bird's body.

Both pokemon landed simultaneously. The reptile on its feet- the bird on its back. Luke blinked. He felt mixed emotions… on one side, his treecko was very strong. On the other… he couldn't stand to look in the pained eyes of its opponent as they blinked open.

“S-spearow! Can you fight?”

The bird pokemon gave a weak nod and flap of its wings, landing on its skinny legs uneasily. It looked pained.

“Rrgh! I'm not gonna lose to some beginner! Spearow, use fury attack!”

A flame re-awakened in spearow's eye as it thrusted forward. Luke could barely watch as it got closer and closer to the green lizard. With a loud, prolonged squawk it jabbed its head furiously at the lizard, delivering several hits in an instant.

Or, tried to deliver. To everyone's surprise, the green lizard was not harmed.

In the last moment, Kenshin had raised his sword and allowed the blade to receive the first impact. In a twisting motion it spun around on one foot using the centripetal force as it leaned to the side, allowing the bird to pass right by it. By the time it spun a full 180 degrees, the bird was directly behind where it had just been facing; but now it was facing the bird's back.

In the continued spin, it held out its blade and just as the bird zoomed out of reach the lizard was able to deliver a clean slash right across its back, sending the bird flying forward, eventually losing its momentum and skidding across the ground. The lizard, however, was not really prepared to handle the attack itself, and fell over along with the bird. Still, Luke was impressed. Three years of attacking wild pokemon had gone a long way in training its battle instincts.

Spearow, however, was able to raise itself. Because the blow was received while it was flying away from the blade, the wound wasn't very deep. A normal attack would have done decent damage, however- it seemed Kenshin still had a lot to improve on.

Before the treecko could stand back up, the spearow had taken its chance and dove forward again, this time successfully landing several blows and blowing the lizard back while it was off-guard.

Although he didn't command his pokemon, Luke still was still watching the battle intently, watching Kenshin's moves and noting their weaknesses. Thus, he forwned when Kenshin leaped into the air, raising his sword and yelling.

After all, taking the battle back into the air was a mistake that only someone inexperienced in battling aerial pokemon would make. With a swift motion spearow snapped forward, its peak intercepting the lizard's leap and knocking it back to the ground.

The grass pokemon raised itself weakly, but it was unprepared for the spearow's dive right into it which came without warning. With a last gasp its stomach became intimate with spearow's beak in a painful rush. Kenshin's eyes faded shut and his head lolled, the pokemon having lost consciousness.

The girl blinked. Luke blinked.

“Umm… what now?”

“Now's when you recall it to its pokeball.”

“It's pokeball? Ummm… oops, I think I left it at home. I never really use it.”

“What?!”

“Um, I never use it. Eheh, I just felt like it'd be unhappy if I were stuck inside that little ball all the time.”

“What don't you do to make your pokemon happy?! Sheesh…”

“Miltank, can you get him, maybe? Give him some milk, please, if you can.”

With a nod the cow pokemon trotted into the battlefield and lifted up the lizard, carrying it away.

“Alright, alright. Now, can you send out your next pokemon? I'm getting rather bored.”

Luke frowned, and looked behind himself to see what he could use. Treecko was out… miltank was busy tending to it. That left just magikarp and wooper. Left with a choice like this, Luke was unsure of what to do. Before now he thought Kenshin was really strong, and he was certainly stronger than any of Luke's other pokemon. But now he lost… not much was certain at this point for Luke.

Well, his wooper looked much less helpless than magikarp, so that was his choice. He felt guilt as magikarp seemed to sag, but he'd feel guiltier sending it out to fight that spearow.

Wooper cheerfully hopped out to battle, even after watching Kenshin's loss. Nothing seemed to dampen the pokemon's spirit…

Entering battle, it was already aware of Luke's wish not to command his pokemon. However, he still surprised everyone when it almost immediately began gushing a stream of water out from its mouth, which struck the bird pokemon precisely and drove it back.

“Whoah… what a neat move…..” Luke thought to himself. Maybe wooper could win this after all?

“It's gonna take more than that! Spearow, use peck!”

The bird pokemon rushed forward, smashing its beak into the wooper's small blue body. Wooper let out a pained squeal, but after a moment of discomfort regained that goofy smile on its face. Spearow seemed irked by its imperviousness.

It then fired another stream of water, this one at the ground. It thoroughly soaked the dirt beneath it, then kicked it up with its tail; the mud splattered on the bird with little effect, although it seemed to sort of blind the pokemon.

“Oh come on, this is pathetic. Spearow, shake off that muck then use fury attack!”

The spearow shook its feathers furiously, the mud flinging off in all directions, then sped forward and began ramming wooper with its beak faster than Luke could keep track. Wooper was sent flying back, landing on its back and sliding across the grass. However, it stood up again, grinning.

Luke blinked. Did this thing really feel no pain?

With a growl the spearow braced forward again, ramming its beak into wooper's stomach, then whipping its head back so that the beak threw the small blue pokemon up into the air. From there, the bird pokemon raised itself with its wings, chasing after the stupidly grinning prey.

“Spearow, attack at will!”

The bird grinned ferociously, zooming around and jabbing its beak into wooper. It made certain to keep it in the air, the little blue pokemon bouncing up and down in a circle of pain. When the bird finally stopped, wooper crashed into the ground, and its eyes slowly closed, although its mouth was still grinning.

“Argh! So, now I choose another pokemon?”

“Ummm, no. You lost. It was 2-on-2, genius.”

She loved saying that to people being stupid…

Luke's eyes widened. His mouth frowned.

“Alright, pay up. Half your trainer dollars.”

“My what?”

“Oh right, you've never battled, of course you have none.” The girl sighed. “What a waste of time…”

“Can you at least give me some battling tips?”

The girl bared her teeth. Before she was happy for her easy victory, but the lack of a prize sure had her a bit upset.

“How about next time you try commanding your pokemon?!”

And she stomped off, her spearow following her. Luke looked around at his pokemon. To him, the loss only meant he had to train some more. To his pokemon, that meant that they got themselves wounded for nothing. With a sigh, he sat down beside his pokemon, and in sad tone said “I'm…sorry, you guys.”

The glare from his treecko and the depressed frown from magikarp and miltank were no comfort to him, but wooper, still wounded, fought its way back onto its feet and wobbled toward Luke and then fell into his lap, grinning up at him.

Luke smiled for the first time in a while.

“Thank you, Woop.”

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End Chapter 3

 

[Y2Gray]

Pretty good chapter, the descriptions of the attacks were good, especially the way Wooper used Mud Slap. I wonder how Luke is going to learn how to command his Pokémon, if he's going to have a mentor or something similar?

Good stuff, keep it up.

EDIT: First to review again, damn I'm good.

 

[Demy]

good chapter when is Luke going to train his pokemon.

Demy

 

[Banov]

All of your questions may -or may not- be answered on Wednesday, when I put up chapter four!

Actually, chapter four will be put up tomorrow everywhere else, but I don't want to post two chapters in consecutive days, even if my chapters ARE a little shortish. I dunno, what do you guys think?

 

[Y2Gray]

Bring on the chapters, we want to see what happens!

Seriously though, it's up to you. There's no real reason to not post a chapter if it's ready, so it comes down to personal preference.

 

[Banov]

Meh. I'll wait, just in case I get some more reviewers by then.