3Black with white dots.
That's all I could really see in this endless void of darkness. My lungs burned, but even if I tried, there was nothing to inhale. There was liquid matching my namesake flowing... just about everywhere. It was already coagulated from all the time it spent on the outside of my body.
Although, there is something I've always been curious about. I lifted my lead-like limb, and brought it to my mouth. I then bit down with my canines, drawing what little blood was left in my veins.
Heh, cool. Blood is blue in space after all.
A huge flash of light, brighter than a newborn star, erupted directly in front of me. I was blinded, yet could not look away. A silhouette of a deer-like creature appeared in front of me.
"There are many perils that lay before you. Do you have enough strength to overcome them and protect what is precious to you, Krimson?"
A thin figure sprang forward, exiting from it's slumber. An all black beanie obscured the young boy's hair and eyes, covering everything from the nose up. The petite boy was wearing black slacks, and a white dress shirt. His blue blazer was currently in use as a pillow stacked on top of his bookbag. On the boy's waist was a brown belt with four multicolored spheres.
He looked down from the roof of Kazegarde Academy. Bringing his wrist up, he pushed back the sleeve to reveal his metal wristwatch.
"Fuck. I'm late for fourth period."
Standing up, he lifted up his blue blazer and put it on. He ran through the doors back into the school building as fast as his white sneakered feet could carry him. Needless to say, he made it to the other side of the school in under a minute. Stopping outside of class 4A, he took a deep inhale, mentally preparing himself for the scolding that was no doubt coming, and it wasn't coming from the teacher. He opened the door and absentmindedly said "Sorry I'm late Ma'am".
A woman in her mid thirties with glasses and black hair in a ponytail said "Krimson Yojimbo! Nice of you to finally join us." Ms. Ikusei said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. She sighed, and tiredly said "Just take your seat Yojimbo."
"Yeah yeah." He said, awarding him a cold glare from the teacher. Hands in his pocket, he walked over to his seat, stepping over many attempts to trip him, dodging even more spitballs on the way. One would wonder how he could maneuver so well with his eyes covered.
Covered eyes met a brilliant blue as he flinched from the disapproving gaze of an older, milk chocolate skinned girl who sat next to him. "Hey May." He murmured. Not even reacting to the dull pain that the girl's right hand inflicted on his cheek, her light brown skin greatly contrasting to the boy's pale white. "Must you always pinch me?"
"Must you always skip class, Krimson?" She countered with an indignant look. "You could be the best student in the school if you wanted to! So why do you keep skipping class? You're just hurting yourself."
"Almost none of the classes have anything worth learning, what's the point of coming? Not to mention 90% of the teachers are assholes."
"Krimson Yojimbo!" The teacher called out with a rage vein quite obvious on her temple. "Name every Breeding group for the class if you would."
"Do I have to?" He replied lazily.
"Yes!" She ordered through gritted teeth. "Whatever" Krimson said with a sigh, earning yet another round of glares from the entire class, including the teacher.
"Group X, Plant, Bug, Flying, Humanshape, Mineral, Indeterminate, Ground, Water 1 through 3, Monster, Fairy, Dragon and then if you count Ditto." He recited.
"Correct... Moving on." She said as she tried to hide her anger quite poorly.
With a smirk of satisfaction, Krimson took his seat, getting many glares and even more foul language through whispers. But of course, the teacher pretended to hear none of it. He paid them no mind. He was used to it by now. As the teacher turned around, a paper airplane plowed right into his nose. Ignoring the dirty look from his neighbors, he opened up the piece of paper that was now at his lap. As he read its contents, his concealed eyebrow twitched.
On the uncurled paper was a picture of a smaller, cuter version of himself holding a leash attached to a collar that was around Ms. Ikusei's neck who was drawn in the same style. She was obediently licking chibi-Krimson's feet... in a skimpy dog outfit. May leaned over to look over his shoulder to see the contents of the paper. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as Krimson crumpled the paper up, his eyes locking on an older boy at the front of the class. His red hair was shoulder length, and he wore the same outfit as Krimson, except his blazer was nowhere to be seen, with mischovious green eyes. He looked up at Krimson with a goofy grin and held up both of his hands in a matching set of peace signs.
"God damnit, Ryou." He said exasperatedly. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out one of his larger textbooks and with extreme precision, threw it at Ryou's face. The force of the book knocked Ryou's head back while the book ricocheted and flew back toward Krimson. He caught it effortlessly with his left hand and dropped it back into his bookbag.
"Ms. Ikusei, Ryou has a nosebleed. I think he's looking up skirts again." May stated with cold indifference. Turning around, Ms. Ikusei was quite surprised to see Ryou bleeding profusely from his nose.
"Krimson hit me!" Ryou whimpered as he tried in vain to stop the bleeding.
"Arkwright, I'd be the first to agree with you, but unfortunately Yojimbo is on the other side of the room. It would be quite impossible for him to hit you." She said already preparing a hall pass for him to the Nurse's office.
"He threw a book at me!" Ryou insisted.
"In that case, where is the book Arkwright?"
"He caught it! It bounced off my face and he caught it!"
"He is on the other side of the room! How would that even be possible?"
"Look at his bag and test it for my blood!"
"Stop whining, Arkwright!"
"I can't help it! I'm the comic relief character most of the time!" Sighing, Ms. Ikusei handed him the hall pass and told him to go to the nurse's office.
"Yojimbo, do you have anything to say about this?"
"Well, all I can say for sure Ma'am, is that he probably had it coming." As the teacher ushered Ryou out of the room, he looked over at Krimson with comical tears, which Krimson replied with a middle finger.
"Alright class, as you know, the Trainer Exams are coming soon! You must study, study, study, study, and study some more! As I'm sure almost all of you know, the Trainer Exams are a test of strategy, skill, knowledge of technique, type effectiveness, and the bond between humans and Moemon!" The teacher cried passionately with a fire burning in her eyes. "I think she's turning into a fire type..." Krimson heard someone murmur off to his side.
In the Lodecha region, there were two choices when it came to becoming a Moemon trainer. You could wait until you were eighteen and begin your journey with no experience, or you could go to Kazagarde Academy. If you were between your tenth and eighteenth birthday, you had the opportunity to begin your journey early. The only condition was graduating from the Academy, it was not at all rare for the classes to have a variety of ages. If your score was high enough, you could carry up to ten Moemon at one time. This privilege, Krimson thought to himself, was why he was in this irritating class in the first place.
To graduate, you had to pass the Trainer Exams. The exams were split into three parts. First is a written exam (which is fairly self explanatory), then a survival exam, and finally the t-
The bell interrupted Krimson's thoughts, knocking him out of his daze. "Come on Krimson! It's fifth period, you're not skipping this time." May chided. "UGHHH! I hate history..." Krimson groaned, already dreading the next hour.
"Come on, bear through this, and then you get to do Dad's class!" May said, trying to comfort the younger boy. She then took him by the arm and dragged him out of the room towards his most dreaded class. Needless to say the height difference between the 2 irritated Krimson to no end, May being 16 and Krimson being 13.
"You're mean." Ryou said as he caught up to them in the hallway, with his nostrils plugged up by tissue paper. "You're an idiot," Krimson countered, "I'm not desperate enough to get with that old queef." Krimson's statement was met with an immediate bookbag to his gut, courtesy of May.
After catching his breath and silently cursing May, they made their way to their next class, or as Krimson calls it, "Period Hell" (and May, once a month).
"Good day class! As i'm sure all of you know, the trainer exams are just around the corner. So as such, i feel its appropriate for the student body president to give a lesson to the call on the history of the Lodecha region, however short! Bianca, if you will."
A blonde girl, a little older then Krimson walked up to the front of the class. Her blonde hair kept in a bob-like fashion neer her head, green eyes had a sophisticated light behind her red framed glasses.
Krimson couldn't help but snicker at that thought. Bianca Bell, sophisticated! if only people knew what she was like when school was over.
"My fellow students, the upcoming trainer exams marks the 15 year birthday of the Lodecha region, where you and i call home. In 9 days marks anniversary of when Ash Satoshi Ketchum united the 6 regions: Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos, into one-The Lodecha region-at age 15"
Ash Satoshi Ketchum. Now that got Krimson's attention. He had disappeared of the face of the earth over 10 years ago. Said to be the strongest trainer in history.
"He led what was called the most powerful Moemon army to this day. The day after Lodecha was officialized, he had given the new region a blank slate, stripping all the former Gym Leaders, Elite Four and Champions of their statuses, making them ordinary trainers, much like all of us hope to be! He gathered these individuals, including some of the top trainers of his time and formed a task force for one purpose-to bring down the top criminal organizations of that time: Team Rocket, Team Aqua, Team Magma, Team Galactic, Team Plasma and Team Flare."
Those names sickened Krimson. The thought of Moemon being used as tools disgusted to him his very core. Thinking of the people who would do something like that was even worse. He wanted to release his frustration.
In May.
Tonight.
On her bed.
WITH HIS DICK!
(TAKE NONE OF THAT SERIOUSLY, PURELY FOR LAUGHS)
"Krimson! Are you paying attention?" The teacher scolded. Krimson could have sworn this guy just looked for an excuse to punish him.
"Are you giving the lecture... uh... fuck. Whats your name?"
"YOU'VE HAD MY CLASS ALL YEAR! YOU STILL CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME!?"
"No." Krimson replied simply.
"And no. I'm not giving the lecture. Why?"
"Then I'm listening"
"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE-the teacher was cut off when the bell for 6th period rang.
"I would say I'd Love to stay and chat teach, but that'd be a lie. Peace out." Krimson said pounding his fist against his thin chest, kissing his knuckle's before making a peace sign.
He made his way out of the classroom, past the tantruming teacher where May and Ryou joined him.
"Battle class... BITCHIN!" Krimson exclaimed. May sighed since Krimson had a different sixth period from her and Ryou. Krimson flashed the usual smile at May and sent a glare to Ryou that said "Let anyone mess with May, and I will tear out your organs, one by one". He didn't need to by this point in time, but it was better to be safe then sorry. How he was able to glare at someone with his eyes covered, nobody knew.
After getting to the locker room, Krimson changed into his gym uniform, which consisted of basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. After stowing his clothing in his bag, which he hid on top of the lockers (it wasn't uncommon for personal items to go missing, even though the teachers would expel anyone caught) he exited the locker room. As he went through the door, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder.
"I thought teachers weren't supposed to show favoritism." He said, looking back to meet the seemingly closed eyes of his sixth period teacher, and more importantly (to Krimson), May's father. The legendary lady's man known only as... Brock Takeshi!
"And students aren't supposed to skip nearly three classes." Brock scolded. "I was taking a nap!" Krimson responded, "You've gotta catch some z's sometimes, dude."
"You can do that at home when you're not studying, 'dude'. C'mon Krimson, Trainer Exams are going to begin soon." Brock's face became serious as he looked Krimson in where his eyes probably were . "Also, it's Mr. Takeshi to you when we're at school."
"Relax, I fully intend to shape up in the last week of school." Krimson said throwing his hands up in defense. Brock stared at him for a moment and then sighed in resignation. "Okay, just make sure you pass." They walked together into the Gym, and Krimson went to sit with the rest of his classmates while Brock stood in front of the bleachers.
"All right everyone, as I'm sure you've heard all day, Trainer Exams are just around the corner. I don't wanna see any slacking from a single one of you. Right, Krimson?" "A student!? Slacking off!? Who would do such a dastardly thing!?" Krimson said dramatically with his hand to his chest.
"All right, who's gonna volunteer for the first battle of the day? Krimson, how about we save you for last. Let's give the other students a chance." Krimson looked slightly annoyed but nodded. "Fair enough." Everyone knew that he battled every chance he could get, and if he had his way, he would battle everyone in the room at once if he had the opportunity.
Everyone in the school had at least two Moemon, with only one of them being provided by the academy. They didn't care how the students got the others, but in one way or another every student had to have at least one Moemon to enter the academy. Most students had Moemon who were easier to find than others, but there were a few students who had extremely rare Moemon. Some of them loved to rub it in other people's faces.
"Hey Freak!"
Speak of the asshole, Krimson thought to himself. Krimson continued to watch the battles, pretending not to hear the blond jock who had just yelled in his direction. The 6'2 teenager who towered over Krimson's 4'11 was walking up to him, his usual arrogant smirk plastered across his unblemished face with his equally arrogant minions/bitches in tow. Drey Shibasaki sat right next to him and slung his arm over Krimson's shoulder in mock friendship.
"So I heard you haven't taken my advice about staying away from my May. Your last beatdown didn't teach you a lesson? I guess we're going to have to teach you better this time." Drey sighed in mock exasperation.
"I don't go to her, she comes to me." Krimson stated without even moving an inch. "Well now, you see, that's a problem!" a minion chimed in. "May is Drey's girl, and a stupid brat like you better stay away from her. If you know what's good for you." Drey and the other members of his harem laughed maniacally, making the hyenas from the Lion King appear intelligent by comparison. The minion who had been speaking just a moment ago put his face very close to Krimson's and smirked arrogantly.
Krimson turned to the snickering idiot and then moved his head back in mock disgust. "Have you brushed your teeth in the last month?" The minions(NO HE WILL NOT BE GETTING A NAME. EVER) grin immediately disappeared and he grit his teeth in rage.
"The hell did you say to me you little shit stain!?" He grabbed Krimson by his shirt, a vein appearing on his temple. Krimson chuckled and patted the boy on the head, who's face now looked redder than a ripe tomato. "Its okay, I was born on the highway too, that's where most accidents happen." At this point, the minions face got even redder, if that was possible. His grip tightened on Krimson's shirt and he lifted his arm up menacingly. "Say something else, I dare you."
Just then, a loud, high-pitched whistle cut through the air, as well as the ears of everyone present.
"Yojimbo! Nameless Cannon Fodder! if you want to fight, settle it on the battlefield!"
"Sounds good to me. I'd like to put this little shit in his- Wait. Did he just call me nameless cannon fodder?"
"Bitchin." Krimson calmly stated with a slight smirk on his face. They made their way to opposite sides of the arena, Krimson in one corner and the minion in the other. Krimson reached for his belt and grabbed a turquoise sphere with a black web-like pattern running across the top of it. The minion took out a plain red and white Moeball.
The minion threw the Moeball into the air and yelled out "Go Rattata!" Krimson's covered eyes narrowed at this. Not giving your Moemon a name of their own just plain sickened him. A red beam flew out of the ball, which materialized into a purple haired boy. The boy wore a white shirt with a purple vest as well as purple sweatpants. His eyes were a reddish brown, with an arrogant look that matched his trainer's.
Krimson calmly threw the ball out onto the field, uttering a single word. "Cliff." The sphere burst out a bright red energy which then took the shape of a... red wall with white rings? A high-pitched voice came from behind the strange red and white wall. "Nii-San! Why do you keep sending me out!? You know I can't battle to save my life, literally!" Krimson looked down to meet the brown eyes of a small blonde boy with a short ponytail that ended just above the shoulder blades. He wore a long-sleeve yellow shirt with a web design under a sleeveless red vest with white rings, with red pants.
"Relax! You're a Shuckle. An anti-tank rifle couldn't pierce your shield. That Rattata shouldn't be a problem, just do what we trained for. Alright Buddy?"
"But, but.." The young Shuckle known as Cliff tried to argue but was quickly cut off by Krimson.
"It's okay, it's okay. How about after this, win or lose, I'll take you to that cafe down the street. All the berry juice you can drink, alright?" Cliff nodded, somewhat hesitant but moved to the center of the ring and fetched his six inch thick, and six foot tall shield. How a young boy, shorter then Krimson could lift a shield that weighed at least 100 pounds, not even Krimson knew.
Brock stepped into the middle of the stadium with two flags in his hands. He raised the red flag up to Krimson and the green flag to the minion. "This will be a standard three-on-three battle. The first Moemon deemed unable to battle or first trainer to admit defeat, loses. No time limit, no special rules. Let the battle begin."
"Rattata, use Quick Attack!" the minion shouted. The purple haired boy sprinted over to Cliff with afterimages trailing behind him.
"Sticky Web!" Cliff spat webs of silk all over the field. Rattata tried avoiding them, but could not avoid every single one as there were hundreds of strands all over the stadium. As more and more webs caught around him, his movements became restricted, before finally he ground to a halt, nowhere near Cliff. His legs were bound, and so he was forced to his knees.
"Power Trick!" Krimson called with a smirk. Cliff closed his eyes and concentrated. His shield gave off a bright pink glow. When it faded what was left was a three-foot wide, six-foot long RAIL CANNON! "Now finish this with Rock Throw!" Cliff hefted the cannon over his shoulder and took aim at the immobilized Rattata. A 3 foot boulder shot out of the cannon and hit the Rattata dead-center of the chest.
"The round 1 winner is Krimson! Combatants, send out your next Moemon!"
"It just goes to show, don't fuckle with the Shuckle." Krimson said to Cliff as he recalled him to his Netball.
"Don't think because you won one battle, this is over! Sentret!" he threw out another Pokeball and out of it came a girl with shoulder length brown hair and chestnut colored eyes. She wore a beige colored shirt with a single white ring on the front, under a baggy brown hoodie. She had brown short-shorts with brown and black striped stockings and black shoes. She had a Large bushy black and brown Striped tail.
"Suit yourself." Krimson shrugged. "Senshimaru!" a boy appeared on the field out of the Quick ball Krimson threw. He had short cropped Green hair and yellow eyes with slitted pupils behind rimless glasses. He wore an all green gi, with a red belt around his waist. He had no footwear.
The boy, Senshimaru, scanned the arena before his eyes landed on the Sentret across from him. He got a displeased look on his face before turning to Krimson.
"Nii-Sama, why have you called me?"
"To battle. I thought you'd be excited."
"I refuse to raise my fist against a girl." He said sternly before walking away taking a seat near the wall, closing his eyes in meditation.
"Oh really? Thats too bad. You really won't fight?"
"On my honor as a Treecko, I will not do battle against women." He replied, not moving an inch.
"Man... that's really admirable Senshi!"
"I am unworthy of your praise Nii-Sama." He replied, smiling. Krimson was one of the very few who could make him do such.
"But if you won't fight I guess there's no helping it..." Krimson trailed off. He reached into his pocked and pulled out a phone. "Hey Sly! I was wondering if you would do me a favor, buddie. I'm in the middle of a battle and Senshi doesn't want to, so i was wondering-" With speed worthy of his species, Senshi stood up, ran across the room and snatched the phone out of Krimson's hand, all in under 3 seconds.
"THERE IS NO NEED TO CALL HIM!" Senshi almost screamed in Krimson's face. "I mean... uh.. I-I am perfectly capable of handling the situation."
"Oh you'll do it! That's my man!" Krimson said giving a good pat on the back.
"T-Thank you. Would it be alright if i did this my way?"
"Sure! That's fine!" He replied, pleasantly. Krimson smirked deviously as he watched Senshimaru walk on to the field and take his stance. When it came to either Senshi or Sly, just mention the other and they'll do whatever you want. Ahh... being a big brother has its perks.
"So you 2 not acting like a old married couple or what?" The minion mocked them smirking.
"So you gonna take an english course or what? Fucking dumbass." That got'im angry.
"Quick Attack!" The girl sprinted toward Senshimaru.
As she came within five feet of him, he leaned to the left and stuck out his right foot. The girl had picked up too much momentum and didn't have enough time to stop herself from tripping over his outstretched foot. With speed and unbelievable precision, Senshimaru grabbed the back of her neck and raised up his foot at the same time, flipping her upside-down in air. Just before her head was about to hit the ground, Senshimaru wrapped his arm around her waist and caught her. He then lightly set down the obviously distressed Sentret on the ground on her back.
"T-Thanks..." She said staring up at Senshimaru in shock.
"It is my duty"
"The fuck are you doing!? Fury swipes!" the minion yelled angry.
"S-sorry!" The Young Sentret replied quickly. She got up as her nails glowed and grew into long claws of white energy. She swiped her claws at Senshimaru who deflected the girls swipes with his open palms. This continued for several minutes, the Sentret getting nowhere near Senshimaru.
Krimson simply watched on with a calm smile. The minion however, was growing noticeably more frustrated.
The Sentret's movements kept getting slower and sloppier as she stamina lost more and more stamina. At this point, Senshimaru wasn't even making any effort to swat away her now harmless swings. With a final, futile, swing of her claws she dropped to her knees.
"W-... Why... Am i... s-so tired?" The young Normal-type wheezed out, gasping for air. With effort, she raised her head to see Senshimaru hadn't even broken a sweat.
"If you had looked closely, you could see that my palms were making physical contact with you whenever i deflected one of your attacks. Since this battle started I have been using Absorb, a move that painlessly drains the target's stamina and adds on to my own. A perfect strategy for fighting women without hurting them."
He kneeled down and very gently grabbed her shoulder. "Sleep well." Almost instantly, the Sentret's eyes drooped and she lost the strength even to kneel. She fell forward, and just as she was about to hit the ground Senshimaru caught her and placed the now unconscious Sentret on her back gently.
"Round 2 winner is Krimson!(big surprise)! Combatants! send out your next Moemon!"
"Wasn't everyone reading this led to believe it was best-2-out-of-3?" Krimson asked, recalling Senshimaru.
"I suppose, but this gives another chance to show off how OP you are" Brock responded.
"Whatever! This next one is the strongest Moemon i got! Zigzagoon!"
A boy with shaggy brown hair on the top and white tips and brown eyes appeared on the stadium. He wore brown and white striped T-shirt with matching pants. He had an arrogant grin on his face, which only grew when he saw Krimson. "This is who I'm fighting? I don't know what to give'im, a power bar or an ass whoopin'!"
"At least my dick is bigger then my ego." Krimson retorted evenly.
"Oh! you have a dick? I couldn't tell, you effeminate little prick!"
Big Mistake.
Brock got a terrified look on his face and hesitantly looked at Krimson. The pale boy was motionless for a moment... before breaking into a deranged grin that would make the boogy man look under his bed.
"I was gonna use Bonita for this. But you pissed me off! So fuck that! Angelique!"
A young girl, with soft chestnut hair that spilled over her shoulders and large floppy ears that looked like a cross between a dog and a rabbits on the top of her head. Her large brown eyes, that shined with warmth, looked up at Krimson adoringly with a cute smile on her face. She wore a sleeveless brown dress with cream-colored fur at the neckline, shoulders and end of the skirt that reached just past her knees. She wore boots of a the same design. Her most prominent feature however, was the very bushy brown tail with a cream colored tip.
"Now, can anyone solve this problem?" Another nameless teacher asked the class. "Ah! May, if you would be so kind?" He stepped aside and let the dark skinned young-woman step in front of the blackboard. The class looked on in awe as she wrote number after number, adding onto the already stupidly complicated math equation.
"So when done like this, it's really not that hard!" The class stared on in awe as May stopped writing on the very edge of the third blackboard that she had dragged over since she run out of space on the first.
When she turned around, she was surprised to see everyone looking at her as if she had grown another head. "Whats wrong?" She asked confused. She got her answer when everyone pointed at her feet. She looked down to see a large yellow puddle at her feet.
"This can only mean one thing" She took out her phone and began ringing up her contacts. This was rendered un-needed as the person she was intending to call burst through the door.
"Ryou?" May asked, startled. Her eyes lowered to see a wet spot on the front of his pants. Ryou doing the same.
"You know what this means, right?" The redhead asked, eyes wide and frantic.
"Yes... I know..." The dark haired girl responded, in the same state as the young-man in front of her.
"Angel's fighting!/Angel's fighting!" They said in perfect unison.
"Hi An-chan! What's up!?" The Eevee asked, exuding an extremely cheerful and sweet aura around her.
"Chipper as usual, Angel." Krimson stated, still rather... peeved by the careless, and soon-to-be regretful Normal-Type. His expression was something that would scar small children long into their adulthood.
"An-chan? Whats's wrong?" She asked concerned, finally taking notice of Krimson's scary (*coughcough*rape*coughcough*) face.
Slowly and deliberately, as if the Grim Reaper himself sentencing the damned to an eternity of suffering, Krimson raised his index finger and pointed at the Zigzagoon before uttering the words that would seal his fate forever.
"He hurt my feelings."
The temperature in the room suddenly dropped into the negatives as Angelique heard these words. Her eyes, before full of life and energy, now looked like that of a corpse, promising death and despair to all that looked into them. "Ah, I see... An-chan has been insulted... This is certainly an act worthy of pain and humiliation... Wait there An-chan... I will make this quick..." As if being pulled along by an invisible force, Angelique began making her way across the stadium. Her limbs appeared slack, as if she were not moving them at all but instead lifted like a puppet on strings. The Zigzagoon tried not to appear scared, but as she drew closer to him, he became fidgety and nervous. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the arena and stood motionless, her lifeless eyes looking ahead but not really seeing anything.
"Hey, I hope you're strong, otherwise you're gonna get hurt. Also, remember... You asked for this."
The minion hesitated for a moment before shouting back a shaky retort. "F-...fuck you runt! My Moemon ain't gonna lose! Tackle!"
The boy charged at Angelique, shoulder first. She didn't move until he was a foot away. Just as he kicked off the ground to slam his shoulder into her face, Angelique swiveled to the side. As he sailed past her, Angelique grabbed a left hand full of his hair. She used the speed of the Zigzagoon's charge to swing him around in a circle.
This continued for just under a minute, the minions Zigzagoon wasn't even able to move because of the centrifugal force generated by Angelique simply swinging him around. His trip around the world ended when the roots of his hair gave out, sending him flying across the field and crashing into a wall.
Rather Painfully.
As he slid to the floor, Angelique slowly walked over dropping the greasy brown hair. Well... not so much "dropping" per say as... letting it fall out of her once again slack hand. She looked over her fellow Normal-Type with an expression that could be classified as... sadistic. After but a short time apart, hand met hair as Angelique lifted up the in pain, dizzy, disoriented and bald in one spot Zigzagoon.
She positioned his ear near her mouth, and used her first move since stepping onto the field... unfortunately for the foolish Zigzagoon, this move was...
"Round" She whispered softly into his ear.
The shock wave emanating from Angelique's lungs that followed rocked the building and was fired point-blank into his ear.
"So what do you think you guys are going to do on your journey?" May cheerfully asked, sipping a latte that matched her skin tone.
"I'm aiming for the Lodecha League." Krimson said simply gnawing on a bagel as Cliff sipped on a barrel of berry juice next to him. Krimson then looked at May with slight curiosity. "How about you?"
"I want to be a breeder like my Dad and a coordinator like my Mom! What about you Ryou?"
"I'm going to be a gym leader. The coolest, baddest, most shmexy gym leader Lodecha has ever known!" He said, striking a dramatic pose that made everyone in the cafe stare at him. After a painfully long, awkward silence, Ryou sat down and continued drinking his coffee. Hard to believe Ryou is 17
Several moments of stunned silence later, Ryou cheerfully turned to Krimson "What gym do you think you're going to go for first?" Krimson mulled it over for a moment before responding. "Hyouden City, I guess. It will be interesting to take on an Ice gym right off the bat."
"Really? I've always wanted to see Hyouden City! Having a snowball fight would be awesome! Not to mention, I can warm up the ladies with my charming smile. Oh, and I call dibs on the gym after you!"
"What? Why?" Krimson said in confusion.
"I want to be the very best that no one ever was!" He sang for no apparent reason. "My goal is to change the Lodecha region, and the world!" He said with a fire in his eyes.
"You're sick." Krimson said knowing full well what he meant, and Cliff made sure to keep his shield between him and Ryou.
"WHY AM I SICK!?" Ryou shouted, his voice taking on a whiny tone.
"You know damn well why."
"Moemon are people too!"
"And you couldn't be more right if you said Kenpachi Zaraki is badass, Charlotte Donois is the definition of adorable, Yuukiteru Amano is a pussy, Ayaka Kagari needs a personality, Sasuke Uchiha is a whiny bitch, Nico Robin fucks anything with a penis, Goku is the strongest anime character to ever live to this day, Mizore Shirayuki is beautiful, Alucard is creepy as hell when he grins and Shio Ogura is the best female protagonist in anime history. But you're still sick. Anyways, May, why do you want to be a coordinator or breeder, or whatever?" Krimson turned to May who was confused by Krimson's little monologue, but ultimately decided it was probably for the best that she didn't put too much thought into it.
"Well, I want to bring out the natural beauty in my Moemon and I love kids, so raising Moemon would be a lot of fun. So I want to be both of those, plus, I want to follow in my parents' footsteps!"
Ryou snickered before leaning towards May. "Admit it, you just want to watch Moemon get it on, right?"
May and Krimson looked at each other and pulled back their fists in unison. When Ryou woke up, he was alone in the cafe, with his chin in cold coffee and the bill taped to his face.
"Sir, I have target K in my sights. Continuing to monitor as ordered." A shadowy figure said from an alleyway, with the only distinguishable feature on it being a large red R on its chest.
Namesakes:
Cliff-I modeled him after the character Heathcliff from Sword Art Online, just younger and not a sociopath!
Senshimaru-"Senshi" is japanese for warrior, "maru" is a common suffix at the end of boys names.
Angelique-I like the name. I'll post the link of her picture on my page when i have the time. Cliff and Senshimaru are original designs by me, so i hope you can picture them well.
Finished! I would like to thank my co-author Aokage for putting up with my extreme (sometimes overly so) attention to detail. I rewrote this because i found it too rushed and sloppy in my opinion.
I would also like to apologise for the slow writing. Theres been a lasting problem with my internet at home and i can only work on my stories at Aokage's house on weekends and schools a bitch, so theres that. Summers coming so i should have more time to write.
Thank you for reading! Please review and flames welcome! Stay tuned as the journey continues!