Story Notes:
From now on i'm not going to say "standing on hind legs". It's annoying. For know on all pokemon with four legs shall now be standing on two legs. The only time they'll convert back to standing on four legs is when they run. This applies to everyone with the exception of, all of the grass pokemon starters(except treecko, chikorita and their evolutions),rhyhorn, mareep, phanpy, donphan, lotad,torkoal, trapinch, metagross, shieldon, bastidon. I also have this at the end of chapter 1. I decided to place it here as well to fully stress out the point. Yes i coulda just edited the chapter but im too fucking lazy for that so deal with it. Holla.
Chapter 1- A Suicidal Mind
An eleven year-old boy is seen running through the woods. He has black hair, light brown skin, was wearing a white shirt with long black pants. As he runs he hears this echo. It is not a sound that could be heard in the forest. The sound comes from nowhere but it vibrates through the ears of the little boy. It is a loud whisper that was repeating these words over and over again.
"I'm gonna get you."
He trips over a branch and scrapes his arm along the forest floor, containing nothing but, decaying leaves and twigs. Scrapes started to form on the boy's arm with blood coming out of them. He whines a little bit as he touches his wounds.
"Your fucking arm is not the only thing you gotta worry about, you little shit."
Upon hearing the unknown voice, the boy gets up and immediately starts running again. The forest was never-ending. Everything within the forest seemed to be dead. There were no signs of life anywhere. Correction. The only sign of life seemed to be him and that demented whisper in his head.
"You got that right you little cocksucker. But soon you'll be like the rest of these woods. Now turn and smile for the camera."
He turns around and sees a large figure enshrouded in a dark fog rapidly advancing towards him. Its eyes were shining a light jade green color. Its fangs glistened bright silver in the moonlight. It let loose a blood-curdling growl that would have made Michael Myers shit himself.
"Cheese, bitch."
The shadow immediately started laughing after making the comment. He turns back around and does the only thing he can do. Run faster. And that he does. He continues running until he reaches a lake. He comes towards the lake and suddenly, froze in place. Everything was black. The lake in front of him showed nothing but darkness. And at the pinnacle of that darkness was the black monster which was supposed to be behind him.
"What's wrong little buddy? Aren't you happy to see me?"
The moonlight shone over the demon and revealed it to be an absol. The absol was standing on its hind legs. It was approximately 9 feet tall. Its snow white fur shone in the moonlight. It had big purple blades poking out of the elbows and hind legs. The huge scythe on his head was almost as big as he was. The tip of the scythe had a jagged edge and there were grooves right before the tips of the edge. The grooves were thin, but easily seen due to the fact that the scythe was huge and the moonlight shone right threw them. His smile was a bright white, but his most memorable feature was his light green eyes. Green eyes that seemed as if they could see through anything. Eyes that would gaze at your chest and poison your heart. Eyes that could make a psychologist gouge his eyes out and commit suicide. Eyes that seemed to be staring right through the little boy's soul. Promising only death.
"Why'd you run away?" asked the absol, "I thought we could be friends, I mean, I know going on killing sprees is a little bit bad, but there's nothing wrong with blood. Hell, you're standing in some right now."
The boy looked down at his sneakers. They were flooded in blood. The only thing he could see was the tongue of his sneakers.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed the boy as he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the blood.
"Aaahhh, shut the fuck up. No one likes a little bitch who keeps screaming all the time," scarcely said the absol.
The voice was a lot closer than the last time. The little boy opened his eyes and looked up. The demon absol was about 2 feet in front of him. The absol stretched out its arm, placed it at the little boy's neck, and began to choke and slowly lift up the little boy.
"If you weren't such a little bitch I would have killed you quickly," said the absol, "But now, I think I wanna hear you scream some more," said the absol while smiling.
He took one of his claws and pressed it against the little boy's left cheek. He started to press in harder and it began to penetrate the skin. Blood started to drip out. The boy was so scared that he started to piss himself. This caused the absol to groan.
"You fuckin' pussy," said the absol, "I can't believe you pissed yourself."
He took his claw, brought it back, and gave the boy a hard slap in the face.
"You know what, I think I should cut off your dick to start things off. Whoops did I say dick, I meant wee-wee."
Regardless of the fact that the thing the absol just now said was horrifying. An idea snapped in the boy's head. He brought back his right leg and threw it forward the hardest he could between the absol's legs and straight up his balls. The absol let go of the boy and addressed both of his paws between his legs.
"Urrff," the absol grunted.
The boy took this as his chance and started to run away, but was stopped when a certain paw fell on his shoulder, pulled him back, and tossed him back first into a tree.
"You little shit," scowled the absol.
The absol then jumped into the air, charged a razor wind, and unleashed it. The razor wind shot towards the boys head, and upon contact. It went straight through the boys head and the tree behind him. He saw nothing but red.
An older version of the boy woke up and jumped out of his bed. His body, his pajamas, and bed were all drenched in sweat and piss. He went into his bedroom's bathroom and rinses his face off with water from the bathroom sink. He turns around and grabs a towel off of the rack behind him. He dries his face off and then suddenly begins to look in the mirror. His skin is light brown. He has spiky black hair on the top and sides of his head while the hair on the back of his head was flattened. He had black eyes and he was 6'1". This 14 year-old teenager was a living resemblance of the 11 year-old boy in the dream. Except for one thing. The fourteen year-old boy had a wide scar descending from the right temple of his skull to his left cheek. The scar was at its widest descending across the nose. He also wasn't an ordinary human being. Actually he wasn't a human at all. He belongs to an alien race called saiyans. His race a rare one and is often considered a myth in some areas of the world. He is the only saiyan residing on Ikibo Island. Another difference is that the little boy died in the dream. The 14-year old was alive. He was the Johnathan Ogami of the present. He goes back into his bedroom and checks the clock. 6:01. School starts at 9:00.
The schools around Hoenn revolve around pokémon. It is important for everyone, even if you are not going to become a pokémon trainer that you are able to deal with situations involving pokémon. The name of the school Johnathan goes to is called The Ikibo High School. This is located on Ikibo Island. This island is the largest island located south of Slateport City's beach. With an area of 856 sq. miles and 1/5 of the island covered in forests and beaches. It is a popular place for vacationing. Ikibo Island contains three cities Paros, Criteria, and Ikibo. Ikibo being the largest while Paros was the smallest. Nearly smothered in hotels and beach resorts (78 Hotels, 49 Beach resorts), tourism is the main thing holding up this island's economy. Even though there are a massive number of hotels and resorts. There is still enough room for houses, neighborhoods, apartment buildings, banks, hospitals, community centers, and......schools.
Johnathan went to Ikibo High School even though he didn't need to. When he was ten years old he took an I.Q. test and the test results came back revealing him to have an I.Q. of 160. Now he has an I.Q, of 218.7 and is a fast reader. He used to live in an orphanage, until he was able to prove he could live on his own. At the age of 13, he found an abandoned mansion at the edge of Ikibo City. He looked up the property and discovered it wasn't owned by anyone, so he decided to check it out. It was a massive building that had area spanning over 5,000 feet (including back and front yard). There was also a forest behind the house and a few fields that were for recreational use. The building was over 50 years old and was a two-story building. Everything creaked the moment you walked, touched, or even breathed on it. It was surprising that no one kicked this piece of shit down already. It contained a total of 108 rooms. 80 bedrooms, 15 living rooms, and 13 other rooms to do whatever the hell you wanted with them. It used to be one of those fraternity colleges until it went bankrupt. It was left alone due to superstitions of it being haunted by devils. That didn't stop Johnathan. He lived and seen his own share of demons. Since no one owned the house he was legally allowed to take it (laws pretty much suck around that area). But the house was in need of some reconstruction and he needed money. He started to look for jobs. First he applied to be a mailman. But his appearance was known to scare the customers. So he was fired. He then tried working as a bag boy at a supermarket. But just like last time. The scar on his face was scaring customers. His colorful reputation from the orphanage made people want to stay away from him. Even his fellow employees were uncomfortable around him. So once again he was fired. He was soon starting to get tired of being hired and fired on the same day. That was until he started working at the "Tonberry International Restaurant". Johnathan was a fanatic for cooking so it would have been natural for his first job to be working in a restaurant. He helped out with the cooking in the orphanage and borrowed a lot of cookbooks from the library as well. He wasn't applying to be a cook though. They wouldn't let him. He would need written proof of experience in the field. He would need a large amount of proof too. So he applied to be a waiter. He was five foot ten then, so he could pass off to be older than he was. The restaurant may have been a famous five-star establishment, but these days as long as you don't have a criminal record, it's a-okay. At first he was receiving barely enough money for the reconstruction and he calculated at this rate he would need to work for 4 years just to be able to finish the outside of the house. Four days after he was employed, he was on his lunch break and he happened to walk inside the kitchen by accident. One of the employees had mistaken him for one of the chefs and ordered him to put on the uniform in the back. At first he was going to say he wasn't really supposed to be here. But then he thought about it and went along with it. He made 8 appetizers (4 orders of Coconut Shrimp, 3 orders of Southern Style Buffalo Wings, and an order of Tonberry Double Tomato Bruschetta) and 6 entrees (2 orders of Tonberry Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo, 1 order of Zucchini Herb Casserole, and 3 orders of Gourmet Mushroom Risotto) until they found out he was actually just a waiter. This caught the head chef's surprise and attention. They asked how he was able to put together those dishes. He replied by saying he went on their websites, read the recipes and watched the chefs (whenever he got a chance) making the recipes. For this stunt and due to the praises that the patrons gave to the waiters. He was automatically elected assistant chef. With this he was making $12,000 a month. That was a $144,000 year salary, but still he needed more.
There was an ad in the newspaper from the Megacell Computer Company hosting a contest for homemade computers. The 1st prize winnings were $10,000. Not only did he enter this contest and win it. He sent in a supercomputer equivalent to � the power of an Apple supercluster. After he won the contest, he was personally asked to become one of their computer engineers. Unfortunately he was underage (which is surprising that he can't work at that age, but yet he was able to own a house. Laws are REALLY fucked up.), but the computer company still wanted him so they decided to keep their relationship on the "down low". They would send him "assignments" every week along with the materials for him to make things, ranging from computer chips and programs to hard drives and actual computers. They decided to help him with the reconstruction of the mansion in return. And with this, his mansion was finished in about six months. After that, they started sending in one check of $18,000 monthly. This would add up to a $216,000 year salary. He could keep both jobs since he didn't have to leave the house for the computer engineering one. This made his year salary a total of $360,000. So now he's not only out of the orphanage, he's living lavita loca. Hell, they were even happy to get rid of him. He was scaring the kids and keeping away the potential parents. Besides no one was going to adopt him anyway due to the incidents that happened with him in the orphanage.
The only reason he goes to school is because of one fact. He is lonely. The town considers him a "demon child" due to events which took place at the orphanage and the people who adopted him, who are now dead. And with that nobody wants to adopt the "demon child". But everybody wants to kick his ass. He's constantly bullied by kids like Ted Jackson. Sure he's a saiyan. He can fight back. Probably would kick Ted's ass and anybody else who stepped up to him. But he was your rare kind of saiyan. He used to be a fighter, but now, he was peaceful. He had only one friend and his name was Speedy Derickson. Sure there are the butlers and the maids, but they try to avoid conversation with him as much as possible. They're only there for the job and the pay. Speedy was the only friend he had.
He takes a bath, brushes his teeth and his hair when he's finished, he dries off, puts on his clothes, his watch, and goes outside his room and down the stairs. His room was on the second floor of the building. Most of the bedrooms were located on the second floor with some on the first. Those belonged to the servants working within the house. His bedroom was three doors away from the front of the stairs. The staircase was large and wide. The staircase's golden banister curved outside at the top, inwards halfway down, and outwards again at the bottom. The steps were covered with a large red velvet carpet.
"Good morning, sir," said a voice behind him.
He turns around and sees Bernard, one of his butlers. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and tie. His skin was a dark tan. He had brown eyes and had his hair (black) was gelled back. They were also the same height. He was from India and obviously spoke with an Indian Accent.
"Breakfast will be ready in an hour, sir. We weren't expecting you to wake up so early."
"I didn't expect it either," said Johnathan.
"Are you going for a walk, sir?"
"Yeah. How'd you know that?"
"It's the only reason that I can comprehend that you would get up and walk out your room in formal wear at 6:30 in the morning, sir."
"Oh......right. Well I'll probably be back in time."
"May you have a good walk, sir."
"Thank you," Johnathan replied as he walked towards the front door. He then stops before going outside and turns back around,
"You know you don't have to call me sir. Plain Johnathan is good with me.'
"That would be in violation of my job protocol, sir."
"Job protocol?"
"The rules we butlers abide by, sir."
"Ain't I the employer?"
"Yes sir, you are."
"Don't I make the rules?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well than here's one for you. From now on don't you be calling me sir. Matter of fact, I should be calling you sir. You're older than me."
"But, Sir I mu--."
"No no no no, don't call me sir again. You got me sounding like a freakin' army sergeant. We are both calling each other by our first names now, end of story."
"I'm afraid tis' will be a hard task for me to do, sir"
"During your entire training at that butler school you've been told to say sir to the asshole you attend to no matter what he does. Well this asshole is telling you not to," said Johnathan as he opens up the front door. "I'll be back,"
"I'm sure you will, sir" replied Bernard loudly.
"Stop flippin' callin' me sir!" yelled back Johnathan.
"Ordering me to violate my job protocol. Such an arrogant young boy. And who the hell he thinks he is with that "I'll be back". As if he's fucking Arnold Schwarzenegger. Next thing you know he'll be telling his girlfriend. "Cum with me if you want to live", fucking punk."
Johnathan started walking towards the beach area to the west side of his house. This is also the direction to the bus stop where he takes the bus and his friend Speedy's house. The beach is named Fatima Beach. There is cliff on the eastside of the beach where a woman named Fatima to whom they name the beach after used it hang out. She was grieving the death of her family who all died by a disease that she wished she wasn't immune to. One day she couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide by jumping off the cliff. Her body parts were torn apart at the bottom of the cliff by jagged rocks. This was now Johnathan's "happy place". He tried to jump off of this cliff many times before but something always seems to be holding him back. He walks to the edge of the cliff and looks down. A normal person would have had his pulse and mind racing. But not Johnathan. His pulse was as steady as it was when he left his house 20 minutes ago. He was feeling the same emotions that Fatima was feeling. Every night he has nightmares of seeing his family die over and over again. It's almost as if it's a scary movie that his mind bought from the video store, gave five stars and decided to watch it every night. He lifts his foot and puts it over the edge. This is it. Time to say goodbye to the movies. Say goodbye to pissing your bed at 6:00 in the morning. Say goodbye to hearing the screams of your loved ones echo throughout your head to remind you of the pain they went through.
This is i-.
"Hey John, whatcha' doin'."
He turns around and sees his best friend. His skin was white and eyes were hazel brown. He had spiky brown hair and he was 5'11". He wore a blue T-shirt which said in white bold letters "Fcuk you and your pokémon" and navy blue baggy Â� pants. He sort of looked like Sora from Kingdom Hearts. Except for the fact he had a pretty squeaky voice.
"Where do you be getting these T-shirts?" asked Johnathan.
"Muthafucka I told you, I make these bitches," replied Speedy.
"Yo mama actually allows you to walk out the house like this."
"She ain't seen me yet."
"Figures, because I know you ain't going to school like that."
"Whateva man, I can wear whateva tha fuck I want dude. That's how I roll." He turns around and then turns back towards Johnathan, "Hey yo, John I got something I wanna show you."
"What is it?" asked Johnathan.
"Promise me that you won't freak out when I show you."
"Yeah yeah, whateva."
"John I'm serious."
"Alright"
Speedy puts his hands in his back pocket and pulls out something that resembles a tiny ball. He pressed something and the ball enlarged to reveal itself to be a pokeball. He opens it and a tyranitar comes out. It was 6'5" and had dark green skin and a purple underbelly. It didn't look like it was an adult yet. After being released, it let out a mighty roar.
"So what do you think huh?" said Speedy while smirking.
Johnathan looked at Speedy, then at the Tyranitar, then back at Speedy.
"How the fuck did you get him?" Johnathan asked plainly.
"I defeated him in battle."
He looked up and down the body of the tyranitar who crossed his arms and gave his trainer a pissed off look.
"Bullshit, how'd you get him?"
"Have you no faith in my ability."
"Speedy this guys power level is three times over yours, be real, how'd you get him."
"I defeated him with my impressive skills and wondero-"
"Hey Tyranitar guy, how did this guy beat you?"
The tyranitar just stared at Johnathan at first and then began to shrug and look the other way as if he was unsure.
"And then WHAM. I axed kicked him into the ground. He didn't even see me comin'," continued Speedy, "But it was only natural that a perfect being such as I would be able to single handedly be-"
"YOU KICKED ME IN MY FUCKING NUTS, YOU IGNORANT CUNT!" interrupted the angry tyranitar. He stood glaring at Speedy with pure fury and a vein bursting on top of his forehead.
"I knew something was up," Johnathan said as he walked towards the raging dinosaur. "So how did he really beat you?"
The tyranitar turned around and gawked at Johnathan, "You understood me."
"Crystal clear."
Saiyans had another special ability that humans didn't. They were able to talk to pokémon.
The tyranitar paused and stared at him and then finally said, "Are you a saiyan?"
"Yeah."
"I should have known."
"Why's that?"
"You're power levels much higher than this freak's. I don't know why anyone would waste their time with this prick."
"Come on, he's not that bad."
"Not that bad? He kicked me in my nuts, and then ran like a lil' bitch. Then while I was in pursuit to kill, He tripped and then pushed my down a river. And you know that does not go well with my types. They were rocks at the riverbank which I crashed into. It did some damage since my body armor was weakened by the water. Then he came over to me in my weakened state and hit me with three what did he call it? Blast cannons, well whateva and that was it."
"Mmhmm."
Speedy looked back and forth between his newly acquired tyranitar and his best friend confused. Unlike Johnathan, all he heard were grunts and growls (sometimes directed towards him) from the tyranitar.
"What's he saying?"
"Well, for one thing he ain't happy with the way you fought that battle. You kicked him in his nuts."
"Hey you said that I should put some strategy in my fighting style if I wanna have a better chance of winning my matches at that dojo."
"Yeah, even though I meant matches against other human beings, but in his nuts?"
"Look, I can't go super saiyan and deal with power levels stronger than mine like you can, alright."
"There something called training pussy," replied the tyranitar.
"What did he say," asked Speedy. Johnathan started to translate.
"Oh, big words coming from you. I've seen tyranitar's with 20 times your power level."
"I just became one fucktard."
"I just became one fucktard," said Speedy mockingly, "excuses excuses and all you got is a filthy mouth."
"And all you got are pathetic fighting skills."
"Kicked yo ass with 'em though."
"I'd like to see you do it again."
"Man I'll shove my foot so far up ya ass, my socks will come out ya mouth."
"Bitch I'll punch you so hard you'll be shittin' ya teeth out of your ass"
They approached each other and pressed heads against one another, both growling.
"Okay, you guys really need to get along if you wanna be trainer and pokémon," said Johnathan.
"I don't want him to be my trainer," said the tyranitar, breaking contact with Speedy and looking at Johnathan. Johnathan translated for Speedy.
"You ain't got a choice bub. As long as I have this," said Speedy as
he raised the tyranitar's pokeball.
"Fuck you."
"First things first both of ya'll need to stop," interrupted Johnathan, "second thing is I remember you saying that all this tyranitar has is a filthy mouth. Dawg every morning you tell me hey muthafucka, what's good. Matter of fact you said muthafucka 179 times yesterday. I counted."
"Uuhhhhhhh," stammered Speedy.
"And last but no---, hold up," Johnathan says as he looks towards the tyranitar, "I cannot say tyranitar over and over again it's weird, what is ya name"
The tyranitar stared at Johnathan for a couple of seconds and then said, "It's Jeremy."
"Speedy this guy's name is Jeremy. Jeremy this asshole's name is Speedy. Good. Now that you both are acquainted and the time is........7:15, if you excuse me I gotta go eat me some breakfast,"
"Hey let me come with you?" asked Speedy.
"Ain't yo mama goin' to cook you breakfast."
"Ppssshhh my father is going to clean the table whether I am there or not. Once I get home everything's going to be finished anyways so it doesn't really matter."
"You trying to tell me yo mama is up right now and cooking,"
"No, she is finished right now. Come on man you know my family drink, eat, and breathe coffee. If you chopped up coffee beans, placed it in a sheet of paper and rolled it up. We would smoke that shit all night long. We would be on that Folgers's high."
"Heh," chuckled Jeremy
"Hey he laughed. That's ya'll first act of friendship." said Johnathan.
"Don't count on it. I still hate his fuc---."
"Okay we're going to my house, no more arguing."
"What was he sayin'?" asked Speedy.
"No more arguing. We're going to my house," Johnathan said as he walked away.
"Hey wait up," Speedy yelled while running after Johnathan.
"Fuckin' cunt," said Jeremy.
After breakfast and more of Speedy and Jeremy tongue lashing each other. They went to Speedy's house and caught the bus to school. Speedy and Johnathan were in the same class but weren't the same age. They were both in the eleventh grade. Johnathan was 14 going on 15 while Speedy was 16 going on 17. Johnathan was picked on a lot because of his brains and the fact he already had a career going. The kids thought the only reason he comes to school to brag and show how much better he is than them. So pretty much the only friend he has at the school attended by 1,536 students is Speedy.
"Okay class, the control scheme for the world government belongs to two groups of people," said Mrs. Chelsea, the social studies teacher, "Can anyone tell me who they are?"
One male raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Carlson."
"The political leaders and the pokémon leaders," said the male.
"And what powers do they contain? Ahh Ms. Sanders," said Mrs. Chelsea.
"Legislative, executive and judiciary," the girl answered.
"Good. Now, what are the functions that the political leaders carry out?"
"To lie, cheat, and steal," said Speedy.
The class began to laugh.
"That's enough from you Mr. Derickson." Said Mrs. Chelsea as she looked to the left of Speedy and sees Johnathan sleeping, "Mr. Ogami."
Johnathan began to stir.
"Mr. Ogami."
A boy balled up a piece of paper and stood up. That boy was Johnathan's natural torturer. He was Ted Jackson. Ted was not you're your average smart guy, but he still made good enough grades to pass. He took joy in beating people who were smarter than him (and he could get away with it too because his parents are rich. And his father owns the school) and found his own personal satisfaction in kicking the shit out of Johnathan. From placing him head first in toilet and flushing, being tied in nothing but his underwear to the school statue, to the good old shove him in the locker routine. There was nothing in the books that he didn't do to Johnathan. Hell, he even let's Speedy have some too. He was a 6'5" giant, with baby blue eyes and had dirty blonde hair. He wore your average football jock jacket with the Ikibo's High School Arcanine's insignia on it. Only god knows what he has in store for him after school today. He threw the paper ball he had in his hand at Johnathan who (the moment it made contact with him) jumped up with a start. "Wake up, bitch."
"Jackson!" Mrs. Chelsea exclaimed.
"What. I was just waking him up."
"That type of behavior and language is inappropriate."
"Sleeping in class isn't either." He said as he sat back down.
Mrs. Chelsea rolled her eyes and addressed her attention back to Johnathan. "The question was what functions the political leaders carry out."
"Ceremonial duties, formations of policy, to administer rulings and decisions on society, judgment of law offenders...," replied Johnathan.
"Cheating you on your taxes, stealing your property, taking your money and screwing it up your ass," continued Speedy.
"Mr. Derickson one more joke out of you and it's outside time. Thank you, Johnathan. Now Mr. Jackson, would you please tell me what the functions of the pokémon leaders are."
"Fuck should I known,"
The class began to say, "Ooohhhhhhhh."
"Jackson!"
"Oh come on, even you should know this. International Security, dumbass." Said Speedy
Jackson jumped out of his seat and looked towards Speedy, "Say that to my face."
"I'll say it to yo mama."
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" screeched Mrs. Chelsea. "GO OUTSIDE, NOW! I'll speak with you when class is over." The bell rang. "Guess I'll be speaking to you now. Class is dismissed. Test on the federal legal system tomorrow."
"Hey what she told you after class," said Johnathan while heading towards the gymnasium.
"Some shit about proper etiquette I wasn't listening," answered Speedy.
"You really need too."
They walked into the stadium and sat down alongside the other students. Professor Rupert walked into the middle of the field. He was a tall man, 6'7". He was in his late 40s and was already balding. His skin was pale white and had eyes that burned with the fury of an army sergeant. He had a mean attitude and didn't have any restrictions towards foul language like Mrs. Chelsea did. If you cursed him, he'll curse you back. Just be prepared to run a couple laps around the field.
"Today's session will be based on battle practice. So be prepared because I will pick pairs with people who may or may not be on the same level," explained Professor Rupert. He then covered his eyes and twirled his fingers towards the audience of student.
"What the hell?" said someone in the middle row.
"Ahh, Jessica thanks for volunteering. You're up first. Get your ass down here."
"Ahh, dammit," Jessica said as she descended down the stairs.
The professor then covered his eyes and twirled his fingers once again.
"What kind of crap is this," said Speedy.
"Ahh, we have another volunteer. Speed, you're up against Jessica. Single battle, 1-on-1, let's go."
"Man, I don't believe this shit."
"Well believe it bitch, get on the field."
"Wait how you even know that I have a pokémon."
"That fight you and your tyranitar got into during lunch when you tried to feed him poke chow. Everybody saw it idiot. Now get your ass on the field." The crowd started to laugh. Professor Rupert looked at Johnathan and asked "Hey smartass how bout you referee today and put that big brain to use."
"No," replied Johnathan
"Ohhh, by saying no you instantly was selected by unanimous decision to get on the field, now move your ass."
Johnathan reluctantly got up and went to the middle of the field.
"This battle is between Jessica Highlander and Speedy Gonzales whoops I mean Derickson," said Johnathan.
"Asshole," said Speedy.
"Just like you. This match-up shall now begin."
"Smash 'em, Jeremy," Speedy said as he threw the pokeball.
"I'll smash you bitch," said Jeremy to Speedy as he came out.
"Go, Natalie," said Jessica. As a female ninetails came out standing on her hind legs, all her tails flailing, with a smirk on her face. She was a little bit taller than her trainer. She looked tougher too.
At that moment Johnathan fell backwards and started shaking violently.
"Jeremy use ea--," said Speedy, but stopped when he saw Johnathan fall backwards.
Johnathan started to sweat madly. His shaking soon turned into convulsing and his body was twisting out of control. His eyes were locked on the ninetails.
The crowd went into screams and other sounds of turmoil.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HIM?" screeched Jessica. Her ninetails started to approach Johnathan with a look of concern while Jeremy stared in shock at his trainer's best friend.
When the ninetails started to approach Johnathan, the image of her in his eyes changed to one wearing a black cloak who was smiling with blood on her maw and paws. Johnathan eyes went bloodshot and rolled to the back of his skull. Blood started spurting out of his mouth and nose.
"CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
This was the last thing he heard before he blacked out. He wasn't sure if it was Professor Rupert or Speedy.
The eleven year old was back again. He was running from the absol again but this time the absol brought some friends with him. He was still running through the woods this time. A seviper lunged out of a bush towards him, fangs out, poison dripping right off of them. The boy rolled forward, dodging the bite and kept on running. Two flamethrower blasts shot out in front of him, missing him by mere inches. He looked to the right and saw a ninetails and an arcanine smiling at him. The ninetails blew a kiss towards him. He quickly started to run again. He heard panting behind him. He turned around thinking it was the arcanine. But to his surprise it was a mightyena. Fresh drool started falling out of his maw, anticipating the taste of his meat. Leaves were starting to fall. He looked up and saw a zangoose running and jumping on the treetops above joining in on the chase as well. He looked forward just in time to see a massive spiky brown ball rolling towards him. He jumped straight up, nearly missing a couple of tree branches and looked back to see if it hit the mightyena. The mightyena seemed to have dodged it as well since the ball was now rolling behind him. The ball bounced, uncurled itself revealing a sandslash who pushed off of a tree with its feet back into their direction and started running towards him as well with claws stretched out. He continued running reaching a clearing in the woods. A two story house was in the middle of this clearing. He started running towards it and then two afterimages appeared before him forming a houndoom (standing on its hind legs) and the same absol from before. The houndoom outstretched his arm and grabbed the little boy and said, "Gotcha ya slippery little shit."
The little boy tried to kick him in his nuts. The houndoom blocked it.
"Still doing the same shit," said the absol in a displeased tone.
"That's okay I got something new for him," said the houndoom. He hacked his head back and gave the kid a head butt. It sent the boy flying, bouncing and skidding through the forest floor and right through a tree breaking it in half. The boy struggled to get up. He was quickly surrounded by all his assailants. They were all wearing black coats.
"I call first dibs," hissed the seviper who quickly wrapped around the boy and began to squeeze. The little boy began to scream. His bones started to crack and make snapping sounds. Blood started coming out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His scream began to deteriorate just like his bones. Instead of screaming, a raspy sound was coming out of him now.
"Ha ha, bloody, I love 'em raw," smoothly hissed the seviper. He opened his mouth and placed the boy head inside. He then snapped it shut crushing the boy's skull splattering bone fractures and brains outside of its mouth.
Johnathan jump started in his hospital bed. He was sweating, but surprisingly he didn't piss himself this time. He looked about his surroundings. He was in a hospital room. He guessed he was probably inside the Kimiko General Hospital. He had some IV attached to him and had tubes coming out of his nose. A nurse came in, saw that he was awake and quickly informed his doctor. She later came in with the doctor. After showing the doctor to him, she left the room and on her way she seemed to be hiding a face of disgust towards him. The doctor was a young woman with black hair that was tied in a bun behind her head. Her facial features suggested that she was Asian. She was wearing a white coat with a black shirt inside. She was also wearing white pants and black shoes. She had a very deep voice. Her name was Dr. Kimoji.
"Mr. Ogami, how do you feel," she asked.
"Considering that my sheets are not wet I feel fine. How long have I been unconscious?"
"For the past six hours."
"That means it's around 9:30. I had a seizure right?"
"Yes."
"It was a partial one too and it began to spread. It started in the high cortex of my brain right."
"Yes. I see you know a thing or two about the huma-, well saiyan in your case."
"Actually both human and saiyan brains work exactly the same."
"That's true as well. Think you can tell me what triggered it."
"Well I guess it has to do with image that I saw before it started happening."
"Yes. The sensory neuron sent the image and displayed it to the brain. The image went straight to your memory bank in order to identify the picture."
"And the moment it identified the image the seizure began."
"Yes. It's a strange case. The usual seizure triggers are alcohol, drugs, flashing lights, even food. But we checked your blood and none of those seem to be the case."
"Uh-huh."
"But the other triggers like stress and lack of sleep seem but even so they would have to be in large amounts in order to give off the seizure that you had today. And to make it even worse your seizure somehow was able to open up old scars found on your body and caused you to bleed externally and internally."
Johnathan remained silent.
"We checked your brain waves patterns before the seizure and they seemed fine. But all of sudden when you saw that ninetails, everything went completely out of order. Your brain went way beyond the word panic attack. This is first time that we've ever seen a seizure triggered by an image."
Johnathan still remained silent.
Dr. Kimoji than gave Johnathan a look of content. "Is there something in your past you want to tell us about? I've looked up your file and found out that this obviously isn't the first time you had one of these seizures and observations say that your brain should have a high seizure threshold. I also found out you used to live in the Beinsgard Orphanage. You were adopted by three families consecutively who were all murdered and was a survivor of the Beinsgard massacre, which led to the death of 16 children, 10 adults and the daughter of the owner of the orphanage, Aeris Beinsgard. Does that have anything to do wi-"
"No........it doesn't," replied Johnathan curtly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes..........I am."
"I see."
"How long do I have to stay here?"
"Three days of observation and then you're cleared."
"Yeah I think I'll go back to sleep now."
"Okay."
And with that Dr. Kimoji left the room.
But Johnathan would not sleep. Even though he said he was going to, he would not sleep. The constant screams of men, women, and children echo too much in much in his head for him to go to sleep.
And there was one thing he never forgot. That was the blood. His eyes were turning bloodshot.
Three days went by fast and when he passed the evaluations he was released at 6:00 pm. They also gave him some medicine in order to prevent the seizure from happening again. On his way outside of the hospital doors and towards the black hummer waiting to take him back home. Dr. Kimoji stopped him.
"Take my card and call me if anything happens or if you want to talk about something," She said.
"Why do you even bother," replied Johnathan.
"Because I don't think you're a demon," She said as she smiled.
Upon hearing this tears started to form in Johnathan's eyes but he quickly wiped them off and said "Thank you." He opened the door, walked outside and went into the vehicle. The staff started to give Dr. Kimoji looks until she turned around and they went back to their duties.
Johnathan went to sleep that night and woke up at 6:30 in the morning. He took a bath and dressed up and went outside his bedroom. The house was still dark.
Guess since I'm not going to school they decided to sleep in, he thought.
He walked down the stairs pushed open the door and walked towards Fatima Beach.
20 minutes later he reached the beach area and went straight to the cliff. This time he was going to do it, he thought as he walked towards the edge. He was going to put an end to the dreams. He was going to put an end to the screaming. He put his foot over the edge. He was going to put an end to the seizures. He was going to put an end to the bloodshot eyes. He was going to--.
"Hey man, we're going to be best friends forever, right." A vision showing him and Speedy on the beach playing blitzball went through his mind.
"Because I don't think you are a demon." A vision of him and Dr. Kimoji in the hospital.
"Blast Cannon." A vision of a younger Johnathan with an absol and a scizor. It seems they were training.
"Keep shooting them like that and you'll become a super saiyan in no time," said the absol.
"Yeah kid, don't give up. At this rate you'll surpass your brother hell maybe even your father," said the scizor.
"Alright, then I'll do my best," he said smiling.
"Remember that Japanese word you learned on the internet. Nakama, right?" A vision of him and Aeris Beinsgard.
"One day, John, you'll find your own nakama. Promise me you will never give up till that day comes."
He looked down the cliff. If he jumped off he would break the promise he made to a dead girl. He put his foot back on the cliff and shoved his hand in his pocket. He pulled out the card he took from Dr. Kimoji. He looked at it and then placed it back into his pocket. He felt his medication in the pocket. How'd did that get there he thought. He turned around and walked straight into Speedy.
"Whoa," He said as jumped.
"I saw you come over here outside my window," said Speedy.
"You did."
"Yeah, you know at first I asked myself why is it that you always come here every morning? At first I used to think that this was just one of the places you just came to think, but it was more than that. I started to follow you and soon I saw you start placing your foot over the edge. I started realize that you're thoughts were suicidal. I started trying to get your attention by making sounds and calling your name in order to stop you from doing that. You're my friend. My only friend. I do ignorant shit all the time to try to make you laugh. To make you feel better. And yet still, you never smiled. If you were to die, I'd lose the only person I could relate to."
Johnathan just stared on dumbstruck. He didn't expect this from Speedy at all. Speedy started to look down.
"But after the day you had that seizure I started to realize the pain you must be going through. I have my family. You saw your family die three times in a row and came close to death four times in a row. You only survive because of your ability to regenerate faster than others and that's not one of the saiyan abilities. You got lucky and were born with it. I can never understand the pain you go through and today I wasn't going to do anything."
For a few seconds nothing but silence was kept between the two boys until Johnathan finally spoke.
"Speedy you don't have to worry anymore. Because I'm not goin' anywhere," Johnathan said as he approached Speedy and placed his hand on Speedy's shoulder. Speedy looked up at Johnathan face. Tears were falling from his eyes but a smile was formed on it. "I'll be able to live through this hell knowing that you are my friend." And with that the boys hugged.
30 minutes later
"So are you goin' to school today?" asked Johnathan.
"Naw, since you're stayin' home I think I'll hang out at your crib," replied Speedy.
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"Who gives a shit, those cocksuckers didn't even mention your seizure on the news."
"You kidding me."
"Nope."
"What bout yo mama?"
"I'll tell her I'm going to school. Besides I gotta train with Jeremy. And your backyard makes a good training ground. That bitch Jessica's ninetails creamed us with some iron tail barrage combo the other day."
"Jeremy got his ass handed to him."
"Yep, the bastard refused to listen to me. I hope he learned his lesson."
"I guess you should go get him."
"Yes, I should,"
All of a sudden a blood covered paw was placed on Johnathan's shoulder. Both boys looked at each other and slowly turned around to see a marshtomp covered in blood.
"Help me," it said.
Both boys screamed.Chapter End Notes:From now on i'm not going to say "standing on hind legs". It's annoying. For know on all pokemon with four legs shall now be standing on two legs. The only time they'll convert back to standing on four legs is when they run. This applies to everyone with the exception of, bulbasaur and its evolutions, turtwip and its evolutions, rhyhorn, mareep, phanpy, donphan, lotad, torkoal, trapinch, metagross, shieldon, bastidon.
Second chapter coming soon. Holla back
"I'm gonna get you."
He trips over a branch and scrapes his arm along the forest floor, containing nothing but, decaying leaves and twigs. Scrapes started to form on the boy's arm with blood coming out of them. He whines a little bit as he touches his wounds.
"Your fucking arm is not the only thing you gotta worry about, you little shit."
Upon hearing the unknown voice, the boy gets up and immediately starts running again. The forest was never-ending. Everything within the forest seemed to be dead. There were no signs of life anywhere. Correction. The only sign of life seemed to be him and that demented whisper in his head.
"You got that right you little cocksucker. But soon you'll be like the rest of these woods. Now turn and smile for the camera."
He turns around and sees a large figure enshrouded in a dark fog rapidly advancing towards him. Its eyes were shining a light jade green color. Its fangs glistened bright silver in the moonlight. It let loose a blood-curdling growl that would have made Michael Myers shit himself.
"Cheese, bitch."
The shadow immediately started laughing after making the comment. He turns back around and does the only thing he can do. Run faster. And that he does. He continues running until he reaches a lake. He comes towards the lake and suddenly, froze in place. Everything was black. The lake in front of him showed nothing but darkness. And at the pinnacle of that darkness was the black monster which was supposed to be behind him.
"What's wrong little buddy? Aren't you happy to see me?"
The moonlight shone over the demon and revealed it to be an absol. The absol was standing on its hind legs. It was approximately 9 feet tall. Its snow white fur shone in the moonlight. It had big purple blades poking out of the elbows and hind legs. The huge scythe on his head was almost as big as he was. The tip of the scythe had a jagged edge and there were grooves right before the tips of the edge. The grooves were thin, but easily seen due to the fact that the scythe was huge and the moonlight shone right threw them. His smile was a bright white, but his most memorable feature was his light green eyes. Green eyes that seemed as if they could see through anything. Eyes that would gaze at your chest and poison your heart. Eyes that could make a psychologist gouge his eyes out and commit suicide. Eyes that seemed to be staring right through the little boy's soul. Promising only death.
"Why'd you run away?" asked the absol, "I thought we could be friends, I mean, I know going on killing sprees is a little bit bad, but there's nothing wrong with blood. Hell, you're standing in some right now."
The boy looked down at his sneakers. They were flooded in blood. The only thing he could see was the tongue of his sneakers.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed the boy as he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the blood.
"Aaahhh, shut the fuck up. No one likes a little bitch who keeps screaming all the time," scarcely said the absol.
The voice was a lot closer than the last time. The little boy opened his eyes and looked up. The demon absol was about 2 feet in front of him. The absol stretched out its arm, placed it at the little boy's neck, and began to choke and slowly lift up the little boy.
"If you weren't such a little bitch I would have killed you quickly," said the absol, "But now, I think I wanna hear you scream some more," said the absol while smiling.
He took one of his claws and pressed it against the little boy's left cheek. He started to press in harder and it began to penetrate the skin. Blood started to drip out. The boy was so scared that he started to piss himself. This caused the absol to groan.
"You fuckin' pussy," said the absol, "I can't believe you pissed yourself."
He took his claw, brought it back, and gave the boy a hard slap in the face.
"You know what, I think I should cut off your dick to start things off. Whoops did I say dick, I meant wee-wee."
Regardless of the fact that the thing the absol just now said was horrifying. An idea snapped in the boy's head. He brought back his right leg and threw it forward the hardest he could between the absol's legs and straight up his balls. The absol let go of the boy and addressed both of his paws between his legs.
"Urrff," the absol grunted.
The boy took this as his chance and started to run away, but was stopped when a certain paw fell on his shoulder, pulled him back, and tossed him back first into a tree.
"You little shit," scowled the absol.
The absol then jumped into the air, charged a razor wind, and unleashed it. The razor wind shot towards the boys head, and upon contact. It went straight through the boys head and the tree behind him. He saw nothing but red.
An older version of the boy woke up and jumped out of his bed. His body, his pajamas, and bed were all drenched in sweat and piss. He went into his bedroom's bathroom and rinses his face off with water from the bathroom sink. He turns around and grabs a towel off of the rack behind him. He dries his face off and then suddenly begins to look in the mirror. His skin is light brown. He has spiky black hair on the top and sides of his head while the hair on the back of his head was flattened. He had black eyes and he was 6'1". This 14 year-old teenager was a living resemblance of the 11 year-old boy in the dream. Except for one thing. The fourteen year-old boy had a wide scar descending from the right temple of his skull to his left cheek. The scar was at its widest descending across the nose. He also wasn't an ordinary human being. Actually he wasn't a human at all. He belongs to an alien race called saiyans. His race a rare one and is often considered a myth in some areas of the world. He is the only saiyan residing on Ikibo Island. Another difference is that the little boy died in the dream. The 14-year old was alive. He was the Johnathan Ogami of the present. He goes back into his bedroom and checks the clock. 6:01. School starts at 9:00.
The schools around Hoenn revolve around pokémon. It is important for everyone, even if you are not going to become a pokémon trainer that you are able to deal with situations involving pokémon. The name of the school Johnathan goes to is called The Ikibo High School. This is located on Ikibo Island. This island is the largest island located south of Slateport City's beach. With an area of 856 sq. miles and 1/5 of the island covered in forests and beaches. It is a popular place for vacationing. Ikibo Island contains three cities Paros, Criteria, and Ikibo. Ikibo being the largest while Paros was the smallest. Nearly smothered in hotels and beach resorts (78 Hotels, 49 Beach resorts), tourism is the main thing holding up this island's economy. Even though there are a massive number of hotels and resorts. There is still enough room for houses, neighborhoods, apartment buildings, banks, hospitals, community centers, and......schools.
Johnathan went to Ikibo High School even though he didn't need to. When he was ten years old he took an I.Q. test and the test results came back revealing him to have an I.Q. of 160. Now he has an I.Q, of 218.7 and is a fast reader. He used to live in an orphanage, until he was able to prove he could live on his own. At the age of 13, he found an abandoned mansion at the edge of Ikibo City. He looked up the property and discovered it wasn't owned by anyone, so he decided to check it out. It was a massive building that had area spanning over 5,000 feet (including back and front yard). There was also a forest behind the house and a few fields that were for recreational use. The building was over 50 years old and was a two-story building. Everything creaked the moment you walked, touched, or even breathed on it. It was surprising that no one kicked this piece of shit down already. It contained a total of 108 rooms. 80 bedrooms, 15 living rooms, and 13 other rooms to do whatever the hell you wanted with them. It used to be one of those fraternity colleges until it went bankrupt. It was left alone due to superstitions of it being haunted by devils. That didn't stop Johnathan. He lived and seen his own share of demons. Since no one owned the house he was legally allowed to take it (laws pretty much suck around that area). But the house was in need of some reconstruction and he needed money. He started to look for jobs. First he applied to be a mailman. But his appearance was known to scare the customers. So he was fired. He then tried working as a bag boy at a supermarket. But just like last time. The scar on his face was scaring customers. His colorful reputation from the orphanage made people want to stay away from him. Even his fellow employees were uncomfortable around him. So once again he was fired. He was soon starting to get tired of being hired and fired on the same day. That was until he started working at the "Tonberry International Restaurant". Johnathan was a fanatic for cooking so it would have been natural for his first job to be working in a restaurant. He helped out with the cooking in the orphanage and borrowed a lot of cookbooks from the library as well. He wasn't applying to be a cook though. They wouldn't let him. He would need written proof of experience in the field. He would need a large amount of proof too. So he applied to be a waiter. He was five foot ten then, so he could pass off to be older than he was. The restaurant may have been a famous five-star establishment, but these days as long as you don't have a criminal record, it's a-okay. At first he was receiving barely enough money for the reconstruction and he calculated at this rate he would need to work for 4 years just to be able to finish the outside of the house. Four days after he was employed, he was on his lunch break and he happened to walk inside the kitchen by accident. One of the employees had mistaken him for one of the chefs and ordered him to put on the uniform in the back. At first he was going to say he wasn't really supposed to be here. But then he thought about it and went along with it. He made 8 appetizers (4 orders of Coconut Shrimp, 3 orders of Southern Style Buffalo Wings, and an order of Tonberry Double Tomato Bruschetta) and 6 entrees (2 orders of Tonberry Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo, 1 order of Zucchini Herb Casserole, and 3 orders of Gourmet Mushroom Risotto) until they found out he was actually just a waiter. This caught the head chef's surprise and attention. They asked how he was able to put together those dishes. He replied by saying he went on their websites, read the recipes and watched the chefs (whenever he got a chance) making the recipes. For this stunt and due to the praises that the patrons gave to the waiters. He was automatically elected assistant chef. With this he was making $12,000 a month. That was a $144,000 year salary, but still he needed more.
There was an ad in the newspaper from the Megacell Computer Company hosting a contest for homemade computers. The 1st prize winnings were $10,000. Not only did he enter this contest and win it. He sent in a supercomputer equivalent to � the power of an Apple supercluster. After he won the contest, he was personally asked to become one of their computer engineers. Unfortunately he was underage (which is surprising that he can't work at that age, but yet he was able to own a house. Laws are REALLY fucked up.), but the computer company still wanted him so they decided to keep their relationship on the "down low". They would send him "assignments" every week along with the materials for him to make things, ranging from computer chips and programs to hard drives and actual computers. They decided to help him with the reconstruction of the mansion in return. And with this, his mansion was finished in about six months. After that, they started sending in one check of $18,000 monthly. This would add up to a $216,000 year salary. He could keep both jobs since he didn't have to leave the house for the computer engineering one. This made his year salary a total of $360,000. So now he's not only out of the orphanage, he's living lavita loca. Hell, they were even happy to get rid of him. He was scaring the kids and keeping away the potential parents. Besides no one was going to adopt him anyway due to the incidents that happened with him in the orphanage.
The only reason he goes to school is because of one fact. He is lonely. The town considers him a "demon child" due to events which took place at the orphanage and the people who adopted him, who are now dead. And with that nobody wants to adopt the "demon child". But everybody wants to kick his ass. He's constantly bullied by kids like Ted Jackson. Sure he's a saiyan. He can fight back. Probably would kick Ted's ass and anybody else who stepped up to him. But he was your rare kind of saiyan. He used to be a fighter, but now, he was peaceful. He had only one friend and his name was Speedy Derickson. Sure there are the butlers and the maids, but they try to avoid conversation with him as much as possible. They're only there for the job and the pay. Speedy was the only friend he had.
He takes a bath, brushes his teeth and his hair when he's finished, he dries off, puts on his clothes, his watch, and goes outside his room and down the stairs. His room was on the second floor of the building. Most of the bedrooms were located on the second floor with some on the first. Those belonged to the servants working within the house. His bedroom was three doors away from the front of the stairs. The staircase was large and wide. The staircase's golden banister curved outside at the top, inwards halfway down, and outwards again at the bottom. The steps were covered with a large red velvet carpet.
"Good morning, sir," said a voice behind him.
He turns around and sees Bernard, one of his butlers. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and tie. His skin was a dark tan. He had brown eyes and had his hair (black) was gelled back. They were also the same height. He was from India and obviously spoke with an Indian Accent.
"Breakfast will be ready in an hour, sir. We weren't expecting you to wake up so early."
"I didn't expect it either," said Johnathan.
"Are you going for a walk, sir?"
"Yeah. How'd you know that?"
"It's the only reason that I can comprehend that you would get up and walk out your room in formal wear at 6:30 in the morning, sir."
"Oh......right. Well I'll probably be back in time."
"May you have a good walk, sir."
"Thank you," Johnathan replied as he walked towards the front door. He then stops before going outside and turns back around,
"You know you don't have to call me sir. Plain Johnathan is good with me.'
"That would be in violation of my job protocol, sir."
"Job protocol?"
"The rules we butlers abide by, sir."
"Ain't I the employer?"
"Yes sir, you are."
"Don't I make the rules?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well than here's one for you. From now on don't you be calling me sir. Matter of fact, I should be calling you sir. You're older than me."
"But, Sir I mu--."
"No no no no, don't call me sir again. You got me sounding like a freakin' army sergeant. We are both calling each other by our first names now, end of story."
"I'm afraid tis' will be a hard task for me to do, sir"
"During your entire training at that butler school you've been told to say sir to the asshole you attend to no matter what he does. Well this asshole is telling you not to," said Johnathan as he opens up the front door. "I'll be back,"
"I'm sure you will, sir" replied Bernard loudly.
"Stop flippin' callin' me sir!" yelled back Johnathan.
"Ordering me to violate my job protocol. Such an arrogant young boy. And who the hell he thinks he is with that "I'll be back". As if he's fucking Arnold Schwarzenegger. Next thing you know he'll be telling his girlfriend. "Cum with me if you want to live", fucking punk."
Johnathan started walking towards the beach area to the west side of his house. This is also the direction to the bus stop where he takes the bus and his friend Speedy's house. The beach is named Fatima Beach. There is cliff on the eastside of the beach where a woman named Fatima to whom they name the beach after used it hang out. She was grieving the death of her family who all died by a disease that she wished she wasn't immune to. One day she couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide by jumping off the cliff. Her body parts were torn apart at the bottom of the cliff by jagged rocks. This was now Johnathan's "happy place". He tried to jump off of this cliff many times before but something always seems to be holding him back. He walks to the edge of the cliff and looks down. A normal person would have had his pulse and mind racing. But not Johnathan. His pulse was as steady as it was when he left his house 20 minutes ago. He was feeling the same emotions that Fatima was feeling. Every night he has nightmares of seeing his family die over and over again. It's almost as if it's a scary movie that his mind bought from the video store, gave five stars and decided to watch it every night. He lifts his foot and puts it over the edge. This is it. Time to say goodbye to the movies. Say goodbye to pissing your bed at 6:00 in the morning. Say goodbye to hearing the screams of your loved ones echo throughout your head to remind you of the pain they went through.
This is i-.
"Hey John, whatcha' doin'."
He turns around and sees his best friend. His skin was white and eyes were hazel brown. He had spiky brown hair and he was 5'11". He wore a blue T-shirt which said in white bold letters "Fcuk you and your pokémon" and navy blue baggy Â� pants. He sort of looked like Sora from Kingdom Hearts. Except for the fact he had a pretty squeaky voice.
"Where do you be getting these T-shirts?" asked Johnathan.
"Muthafucka I told you, I make these bitches," replied Speedy.
"Yo mama actually allows you to walk out the house like this."
"She ain't seen me yet."
"Figures, because I know you ain't going to school like that."
"Whateva man, I can wear whateva tha fuck I want dude. That's how I roll." He turns around and then turns back towards Johnathan, "Hey yo, John I got something I wanna show you."
"What is it?" asked Johnathan.
"Promise me that you won't freak out when I show you."
"Yeah yeah, whateva."
"John I'm serious."
"Alright"
Speedy puts his hands in his back pocket and pulls out something that resembles a tiny ball. He pressed something and the ball enlarged to reveal itself to be a pokeball. He opens it and a tyranitar comes out. It was 6'5" and had dark green skin and a purple underbelly. It didn't look like it was an adult yet. After being released, it let out a mighty roar.
"So what do you think huh?" said Speedy while smirking.
Johnathan looked at Speedy, then at the Tyranitar, then back at Speedy.
"How the fuck did you get him?" Johnathan asked plainly.
"I defeated him in battle."
He looked up and down the body of the tyranitar who crossed his arms and gave his trainer a pissed off look.
"Bullshit, how'd you get him?"
"Have you no faith in my ability."
"Speedy this guys power level is three times over yours, be real, how'd you get him."
"I defeated him with my impressive skills and wondero-"
"Hey Tyranitar guy, how did this guy beat you?"
The tyranitar just stared at Johnathan at first and then began to shrug and look the other way as if he was unsure.
"And then WHAM. I axed kicked him into the ground. He didn't even see me comin'," continued Speedy, "But it was only natural that a perfect being such as I would be able to single handedly be-"
"YOU KICKED ME IN MY FUCKING NUTS, YOU IGNORANT CUNT!" interrupted the angry tyranitar. He stood glaring at Speedy with pure fury and a vein bursting on top of his forehead.
"I knew something was up," Johnathan said as he walked towards the raging dinosaur. "So how did he really beat you?"
The tyranitar turned around and gawked at Johnathan, "You understood me."
"Crystal clear."
Saiyans had another special ability that humans didn't. They were able to talk to pokémon.
The tyranitar paused and stared at him and then finally said, "Are you a saiyan?"
"Yeah."
"I should have known."
"Why's that?"
"You're power levels much higher than this freak's. I don't know why anyone would waste their time with this prick."
"Come on, he's not that bad."
"Not that bad? He kicked me in my nuts, and then ran like a lil' bitch. Then while I was in pursuit to kill, He tripped and then pushed my down a river. And you know that does not go well with my types. They were rocks at the riverbank which I crashed into. It did some damage since my body armor was weakened by the water. Then he came over to me in my weakened state and hit me with three what did he call it? Blast cannons, well whateva and that was it."
"Mmhmm."
Speedy looked back and forth between his newly acquired tyranitar and his best friend confused. Unlike Johnathan, all he heard were grunts and growls (sometimes directed towards him) from the tyranitar.
"What's he saying?"
"Well, for one thing he ain't happy with the way you fought that battle. You kicked him in his nuts."
"Hey you said that I should put some strategy in my fighting style if I wanna have a better chance of winning my matches at that dojo."
"Yeah, even though I meant matches against other human beings, but in his nuts?"
"Look, I can't go super saiyan and deal with power levels stronger than mine like you can, alright."
"There something called training pussy," replied the tyranitar.
"What did he say," asked Speedy. Johnathan started to translate.
"Oh, big words coming from you. I've seen tyranitar's with 20 times your power level."
"I just became one fucktard."
"I just became one fucktard," said Speedy mockingly, "excuses excuses and all you got is a filthy mouth."
"And all you got are pathetic fighting skills."
"Kicked yo ass with 'em though."
"I'd like to see you do it again."
"Man I'll shove my foot so far up ya ass, my socks will come out ya mouth."
"Bitch I'll punch you so hard you'll be shittin' ya teeth out of your ass"
They approached each other and pressed heads against one another, both growling.
"Okay, you guys really need to get along if you wanna be trainer and pokémon," said Johnathan.
"I don't want him to be my trainer," said the tyranitar, breaking contact with Speedy and looking at Johnathan. Johnathan translated for Speedy.
"You ain't got a choice bub. As long as I have this," said Speedy as
he raised the tyranitar's pokeball.
"Fuck you."
"First things first both of ya'll need to stop," interrupted Johnathan, "second thing is I remember you saying that all this tyranitar has is a filthy mouth. Dawg every morning you tell me hey muthafucka, what's good. Matter of fact you said muthafucka 179 times yesterday. I counted."
"Uuhhhhhhh," stammered Speedy.
"And last but no---, hold up," Johnathan says as he looks towards the tyranitar, "I cannot say tyranitar over and over again it's weird, what is ya name"
The tyranitar stared at Johnathan for a couple of seconds and then said, "It's Jeremy."
"Speedy this guy's name is Jeremy. Jeremy this asshole's name is Speedy. Good. Now that you both are acquainted and the time is........7:15, if you excuse me I gotta go eat me some breakfast,"
"Hey let me come with you?" asked Speedy.
"Ain't yo mama goin' to cook you breakfast."
"Ppssshhh my father is going to clean the table whether I am there or not. Once I get home everything's going to be finished anyways so it doesn't really matter."
"You trying to tell me yo mama is up right now and cooking,"
"No, she is finished right now. Come on man you know my family drink, eat, and breathe coffee. If you chopped up coffee beans, placed it in a sheet of paper and rolled it up. We would smoke that shit all night long. We would be on that Folgers's high."
"Heh," chuckled Jeremy
"Hey he laughed. That's ya'll first act of friendship." said Johnathan.
"Don't count on it. I still hate his fuc---."
"Okay we're going to my house, no more arguing."
"What was he sayin'?" asked Speedy.
"No more arguing. We're going to my house," Johnathan said as he walked away.
"Hey wait up," Speedy yelled while running after Johnathan.
"Fuckin' cunt," said Jeremy.
After breakfast and more of Speedy and Jeremy tongue lashing each other. They went to Speedy's house and caught the bus to school. Speedy and Johnathan were in the same class but weren't the same age. They were both in the eleventh grade. Johnathan was 14 going on 15 while Speedy was 16 going on 17. Johnathan was picked on a lot because of his brains and the fact he already had a career going. The kids thought the only reason he comes to school to brag and show how much better he is than them. So pretty much the only friend he has at the school attended by 1,536 students is Speedy.
"Okay class, the control scheme for the world government belongs to two groups of people," said Mrs. Chelsea, the social studies teacher, "Can anyone tell me who they are?"
One male raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Carlson."
"The political leaders and the pokémon leaders," said the male.
"And what powers do they contain? Ahh Ms. Sanders," said Mrs. Chelsea.
"Legislative, executive and judiciary," the girl answered.
"Good. Now, what are the functions that the political leaders carry out?"
"To lie, cheat, and steal," said Speedy.
The class began to laugh.
"That's enough from you Mr. Derickson." Said Mrs. Chelsea as she looked to the left of Speedy and sees Johnathan sleeping, "Mr. Ogami."
Johnathan began to stir.
"Mr. Ogami."
A boy balled up a piece of paper and stood up. That boy was Johnathan's natural torturer. He was Ted Jackson. Ted was not you're your average smart guy, but he still made good enough grades to pass. He took joy in beating people who were smarter than him (and he could get away with it too because his parents are rich. And his father owns the school) and found his own personal satisfaction in kicking the shit out of Johnathan. From placing him head first in toilet and flushing, being tied in nothing but his underwear to the school statue, to the good old shove him in the locker routine. There was nothing in the books that he didn't do to Johnathan. Hell, he even let's Speedy have some too. He was a 6'5" giant, with baby blue eyes and had dirty blonde hair. He wore your average football jock jacket with the Ikibo's High School Arcanine's insignia on it. Only god knows what he has in store for him after school today. He threw the paper ball he had in his hand at Johnathan who (the moment it made contact with him) jumped up with a start. "Wake up, bitch."
"Jackson!" Mrs. Chelsea exclaimed.
"What. I was just waking him up."
"That type of behavior and language is inappropriate."
"Sleeping in class isn't either." He said as he sat back down.
Mrs. Chelsea rolled her eyes and addressed her attention back to Johnathan. "The question was what functions the political leaders carry out."
"Ceremonial duties, formations of policy, to administer rulings and decisions on society, judgment of law offenders...," replied Johnathan.
"Cheating you on your taxes, stealing your property, taking your money and screwing it up your ass," continued Speedy.
"Mr. Derickson one more joke out of you and it's outside time. Thank you, Johnathan. Now Mr. Jackson, would you please tell me what the functions of the pokémon leaders are."
"Fuck should I known,"
The class began to say, "Ooohhhhhhhh."
"Jackson!"
"Oh come on, even you should know this. International Security, dumbass." Said Speedy
Jackson jumped out of his seat and looked towards Speedy, "Say that to my face."
"I'll say it to yo mama."
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH!" screeched Mrs. Chelsea. "GO OUTSIDE, NOW! I'll speak with you when class is over." The bell rang. "Guess I'll be speaking to you now. Class is dismissed. Test on the federal legal system tomorrow."
"Hey what she told you after class," said Johnathan while heading towards the gymnasium.
"Some shit about proper etiquette I wasn't listening," answered Speedy.
"You really need too."
They walked into the stadium and sat down alongside the other students. Professor Rupert walked into the middle of the field. He was a tall man, 6'7". He was in his late 40s and was already balding. His skin was pale white and had eyes that burned with the fury of an army sergeant. He had a mean attitude and didn't have any restrictions towards foul language like Mrs. Chelsea did. If you cursed him, he'll curse you back. Just be prepared to run a couple laps around the field.
"Today's session will be based on battle practice. So be prepared because I will pick pairs with people who may or may not be on the same level," explained Professor Rupert. He then covered his eyes and twirled his fingers towards the audience of student.
"What the hell?" said someone in the middle row.
"Ahh, Jessica thanks for volunteering. You're up first. Get your ass down here."
"Ahh, dammit," Jessica said as she descended down the stairs.
The professor then covered his eyes and twirled his fingers once again.
"What kind of crap is this," said Speedy.
"Ahh, we have another volunteer. Speed, you're up against Jessica. Single battle, 1-on-1, let's go."
"Man, I don't believe this shit."
"Well believe it bitch, get on the field."
"Wait how you even know that I have a pokémon."
"That fight you and your tyranitar got into during lunch when you tried to feed him poke chow. Everybody saw it idiot. Now get your ass on the field." The crowd started to laugh. Professor Rupert looked at Johnathan and asked "Hey smartass how bout you referee today and put that big brain to use."
"No," replied Johnathan
"Ohhh, by saying no you instantly was selected by unanimous decision to get on the field, now move your ass."
Johnathan reluctantly got up and went to the middle of the field.
"This battle is between Jessica Highlander and Speedy Gonzales whoops I mean Derickson," said Johnathan.
"Asshole," said Speedy.
"Just like you. This match-up shall now begin."
"Smash 'em, Jeremy," Speedy said as he threw the pokeball.
"I'll smash you bitch," said Jeremy to Speedy as he came out.
"Go, Natalie," said Jessica. As a female ninetails came out standing on her hind legs, all her tails flailing, with a smirk on her face. She was a little bit taller than her trainer. She looked tougher too.
At that moment Johnathan fell backwards and started shaking violently.
"Jeremy use ea--," said Speedy, but stopped when he saw Johnathan fall backwards.
Johnathan started to sweat madly. His shaking soon turned into convulsing and his body was twisting out of control. His eyes were locked on the ninetails.
The crowd went into screams and other sounds of turmoil.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HIM?" screeched Jessica. Her ninetails started to approach Johnathan with a look of concern while Jeremy stared in shock at his trainer's best friend.
When the ninetails started to approach Johnathan, the image of her in his eyes changed to one wearing a black cloak who was smiling with blood on her maw and paws. Johnathan eyes went bloodshot and rolled to the back of his skull. Blood started spurting out of his mouth and nose.
"CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
This was the last thing he heard before he blacked out. He wasn't sure if it was Professor Rupert or Speedy.
The eleven year old was back again. He was running from the absol again but this time the absol brought some friends with him. He was still running through the woods this time. A seviper lunged out of a bush towards him, fangs out, poison dripping right off of them. The boy rolled forward, dodging the bite and kept on running. Two flamethrower blasts shot out in front of him, missing him by mere inches. He looked to the right and saw a ninetails and an arcanine smiling at him. The ninetails blew a kiss towards him. He quickly started to run again. He heard panting behind him. He turned around thinking it was the arcanine. But to his surprise it was a mightyena. Fresh drool started falling out of his maw, anticipating the taste of his meat. Leaves were starting to fall. He looked up and saw a zangoose running and jumping on the treetops above joining in on the chase as well. He looked forward just in time to see a massive spiky brown ball rolling towards him. He jumped straight up, nearly missing a couple of tree branches and looked back to see if it hit the mightyena. The mightyena seemed to have dodged it as well since the ball was now rolling behind him. The ball bounced, uncurled itself revealing a sandslash who pushed off of a tree with its feet back into their direction and started running towards him as well with claws stretched out. He continued running reaching a clearing in the woods. A two story house was in the middle of this clearing. He started running towards it and then two afterimages appeared before him forming a houndoom (standing on its hind legs) and the same absol from before. The houndoom outstretched his arm and grabbed the little boy and said, "Gotcha ya slippery little shit."
The little boy tried to kick him in his nuts. The houndoom blocked it.
"Still doing the same shit," said the absol in a displeased tone.
"That's okay I got something new for him," said the houndoom. He hacked his head back and gave the kid a head butt. It sent the boy flying, bouncing and skidding through the forest floor and right through a tree breaking it in half. The boy struggled to get up. He was quickly surrounded by all his assailants. They were all wearing black coats.
"I call first dibs," hissed the seviper who quickly wrapped around the boy and began to squeeze. The little boy began to scream. His bones started to crack and make snapping sounds. Blood started coming out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His scream began to deteriorate just like his bones. Instead of screaming, a raspy sound was coming out of him now.
"Ha ha, bloody, I love 'em raw," smoothly hissed the seviper. He opened his mouth and placed the boy head inside. He then snapped it shut crushing the boy's skull splattering bone fractures and brains outside of its mouth.
Johnathan jump started in his hospital bed. He was sweating, but surprisingly he didn't piss himself this time. He looked about his surroundings. He was in a hospital room. He guessed he was probably inside the Kimiko General Hospital. He had some IV attached to him and had tubes coming out of his nose. A nurse came in, saw that he was awake and quickly informed his doctor. She later came in with the doctor. After showing the doctor to him, she left the room and on her way she seemed to be hiding a face of disgust towards him. The doctor was a young woman with black hair that was tied in a bun behind her head. Her facial features suggested that she was Asian. She was wearing a white coat with a black shirt inside. She was also wearing white pants and black shoes. She had a very deep voice. Her name was Dr. Kimoji.
"Mr. Ogami, how do you feel," she asked.
"Considering that my sheets are not wet I feel fine. How long have I been unconscious?"
"For the past six hours."
"That means it's around 9:30. I had a seizure right?"
"Yes."
"It was a partial one too and it began to spread. It started in the high cortex of my brain right."
"Yes. I see you know a thing or two about the huma-, well saiyan in your case."
"Actually both human and saiyan brains work exactly the same."
"That's true as well. Think you can tell me what triggered it."
"Well I guess it has to do with image that I saw before it started happening."
"Yes. The sensory neuron sent the image and displayed it to the brain. The image went straight to your memory bank in order to identify the picture."
"And the moment it identified the image the seizure began."
"Yes. It's a strange case. The usual seizure triggers are alcohol, drugs, flashing lights, even food. But we checked your blood and none of those seem to be the case."
"Uh-huh."
"But the other triggers like stress and lack of sleep seem but even so they would have to be in large amounts in order to give off the seizure that you had today. And to make it even worse your seizure somehow was able to open up old scars found on your body and caused you to bleed externally and internally."
Johnathan remained silent.
"We checked your brain waves patterns before the seizure and they seemed fine. But all of sudden when you saw that ninetails, everything went completely out of order. Your brain went way beyond the word panic attack. This is first time that we've ever seen a seizure triggered by an image."
Johnathan still remained silent.
Dr. Kimoji than gave Johnathan a look of content. "Is there something in your past you want to tell us about? I've looked up your file and found out that this obviously isn't the first time you had one of these seizures and observations say that your brain should have a high seizure threshold. I also found out you used to live in the Beinsgard Orphanage. You were adopted by three families consecutively who were all murdered and was a survivor of the Beinsgard massacre, which led to the death of 16 children, 10 adults and the daughter of the owner of the orphanage, Aeris Beinsgard. Does that have anything to do wi-"
"No........it doesn't," replied Johnathan curtly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes..........I am."
"I see."
"How long do I have to stay here?"
"Three days of observation and then you're cleared."
"Yeah I think I'll go back to sleep now."
"Okay."
And with that Dr. Kimoji left the room.
But Johnathan would not sleep. Even though he said he was going to, he would not sleep. The constant screams of men, women, and children echo too much in much in his head for him to go to sleep.
And there was one thing he never forgot. That was the blood. His eyes were turning bloodshot.
Three days went by fast and when he passed the evaluations he was released at 6:00 pm. They also gave him some medicine in order to prevent the seizure from happening again. On his way outside of the hospital doors and towards the black hummer waiting to take him back home. Dr. Kimoji stopped him.
"Take my card and call me if anything happens or if you want to talk about something," She said.
"Why do you even bother," replied Johnathan.
"Because I don't think you're a demon," She said as she smiled.
Upon hearing this tears started to form in Johnathan's eyes but he quickly wiped them off and said "Thank you." He opened the door, walked outside and went into the vehicle. The staff started to give Dr. Kimoji looks until she turned around and they went back to their duties.
Johnathan went to sleep that night and woke up at 6:30 in the morning. He took a bath and dressed up and went outside his bedroom. The house was still dark.
Guess since I'm not going to school they decided to sleep in, he thought.
He walked down the stairs pushed open the door and walked towards Fatima Beach.
20 minutes later he reached the beach area and went straight to the cliff. This time he was going to do it, he thought as he walked towards the edge. He was going to put an end to the dreams. He was going to put an end to the screaming. He put his foot over the edge. He was going to put an end to the seizures. He was going to put an end to the bloodshot eyes. He was going to--.
"Hey man, we're going to be best friends forever, right." A vision showing him and Speedy on the beach playing blitzball went through his mind.
"Because I don't think you are a demon." A vision of him and Dr. Kimoji in the hospital.
"Blast Cannon." A vision of a younger Johnathan with an absol and a scizor. It seems they were training.
"Keep shooting them like that and you'll become a super saiyan in no time," said the absol.
"Yeah kid, don't give up. At this rate you'll surpass your brother hell maybe even your father," said the scizor.
"Alright, then I'll do my best," he said smiling.
"Remember that Japanese word you learned on the internet. Nakama, right?" A vision of him and Aeris Beinsgard.
"One day, John, you'll find your own nakama. Promise me you will never give up till that day comes."
He looked down the cliff. If he jumped off he would break the promise he made to a dead girl. He put his foot back on the cliff and shoved his hand in his pocket. He pulled out the card he took from Dr. Kimoji. He looked at it and then placed it back into his pocket. He felt his medication in the pocket. How'd did that get there he thought. He turned around and walked straight into Speedy.
"Whoa," He said as jumped.
"I saw you come over here outside my window," said Speedy.
"You did."
"Yeah, you know at first I asked myself why is it that you always come here every morning? At first I used to think that this was just one of the places you just came to think, but it was more than that. I started to follow you and soon I saw you start placing your foot over the edge. I started realize that you're thoughts were suicidal. I started trying to get your attention by making sounds and calling your name in order to stop you from doing that. You're my friend. My only friend. I do ignorant shit all the time to try to make you laugh. To make you feel better. And yet still, you never smiled. If you were to die, I'd lose the only person I could relate to."
Johnathan just stared on dumbstruck. He didn't expect this from Speedy at all. Speedy started to look down.
"But after the day you had that seizure I started to realize the pain you must be going through. I have my family. You saw your family die three times in a row and came close to death four times in a row. You only survive because of your ability to regenerate faster than others and that's not one of the saiyan abilities. You got lucky and were born with it. I can never understand the pain you go through and today I wasn't going to do anything."
For a few seconds nothing but silence was kept between the two boys until Johnathan finally spoke.
"Speedy you don't have to worry anymore. Because I'm not goin' anywhere," Johnathan said as he approached Speedy and placed his hand on Speedy's shoulder. Speedy looked up at Johnathan face. Tears were falling from his eyes but a smile was formed on it. "I'll be able to live through this hell knowing that you are my friend." And with that the boys hugged.
30 minutes later
"So are you goin' to school today?" asked Johnathan.
"Naw, since you're stayin' home I think I'll hang out at your crib," replied Speedy.
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"Who gives a shit, those cocksuckers didn't even mention your seizure on the news."
"You kidding me."
"Nope."
"What bout yo mama?"
"I'll tell her I'm going to school. Besides I gotta train with Jeremy. And your backyard makes a good training ground. That bitch Jessica's ninetails creamed us with some iron tail barrage combo the other day."
"Jeremy got his ass handed to him."
"Yep, the bastard refused to listen to me. I hope he learned his lesson."
"I guess you should go get him."
"Yes, I should,"
All of a sudden a blood covered paw was placed on Johnathan's shoulder. Both boys looked at each other and slowly turned around to see a marshtomp covered in blood.
"Help me," it said.
Both boys screamed.Chapter End Notes:From now on i'm not going to say "standing on hind legs". It's annoying. For know on all pokemon with four legs shall now be standing on two legs. The only time they'll convert back to standing on four legs is when they run. This applies to everyone with the exception of, bulbasaur and its evolutions, turtwip and its evolutions, rhyhorn, mareep, phanpy, donphan, lotad, torkoal, trapinch, metagross, shieldon, bastidon.
Second chapter coming soon. Holla back