View Full Version : Pokémon Exsisto {Rated PG-14}

13th November 2005, 2:37 AM
₪ Pokémon Exsisto ₪

This Fan-Fiction is rated PG-14 for Violence, Controversial Themes, Mild Language, and Mild Blood/Gore. Each chapter varies in intensity, and therefore, will be rated individually. It is intended for the reading pleasure of members on this forum, and is in no way to be copied without permission and credit. This thread is best viewed with the "Dark Type Version Skin." The following is a chapter index soon to contain/containing links to the proper "View Single Posts" for each chapter.

Author's Notes: I've always been terrible with fics. Never could stick to one, I think. Never. Let's hope I can change for the last time. Another thing: each chapter title is written in Latin. To find its meaning, just look at the index, and the translation will be in italics. For those who wish to be notified of chapter posts, just simply ask/PM for me to place you on my PM list. No list be posted here just so users can stay anonymous (though I don't know why you should care). I don't update in a continuous sort, and my updating can range from posting a chapter every day to waiting for a week to post it; random yus.

Amazing as it is, I actually typed a chapter that went OVER the maximum limit of characters that could be entered in the text box, so I won't try to kill you with large chapters eber again unless I absolutely have to @_@

Prologue - Diaboli Quiritatio:Scream of the Devil (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=2338018&postcount=1)
Chapter I - Fatum Plena Vesper: Fateful Evening (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=2342777&postcount=11)
Chapter II - Ymber et Procella: Storm of Torrents (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=2351879&postcount=18)
Chapter III Part 1 - Fuga Verto: Flight to Escape (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=2381427&postcount=32)
Chapter III Part 2 - Fuga Verto: Flight to Escape (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=2381430&postcount=33)
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX

Prologue: Diaboli Quiritatio
Profanity: None
Adult Language: Yes
Violence: Yes
Blood/Gore: Mild, Yes

They moved silently in the darkness, heading through the next tunnels to the other workplaces. A few of the scientists remained in the testing chamber, recording notes upon laptops piled on every counter. Crunching of keyboard combos was heard, and the breath of every individual working there gasped furiously as they pounded keys, daring not to disobey their project manager. The man walked around them, observing over their shoulders the progress of their work, grunting and nodding his shadowed face in content.

The powerful figure strode over to a man whose face had broken out in quite the acne; he wore glasses that shined so brilliantly that you could not see past them, and he had a hooked nose. The man's hair flew in every direction, and he was smiling stupidly, unaware that his superior was standing right behind him. On the incompetent fool's computer monitor was the image of several women out on the beach in bikinis, and apparently, he was enjoying this. Not his work.

The manager took a deep breath of solid anger, and then thrust his hand around the scientist’s neck. The immediately distraught scientist released a gurgling a noise as his Adam’s apple attempted to move upward to swallow. He choked in agony, just as the chief’s grip hardened, and his fingers moved quickly to close all of the windows that were on his laptop. It was no use, of course. The boss twisted his knuckled hand around, twisting the scientist’s body in the rolling desk chair, knocking it off into a corner. Several of the scientists had stopped working to watch this scene of violence, while others continued in fear of being targeted.

The boss pulled the scientist to face him, his hand still firmly snapping around his neck. The worker's broken-out face was becoming red and suffocated, just as the other man lifted him off of the ground.

“I do not pay my researchers to become erect, Mr. Nebley,” the boss whispered harshly, his deep, Italian accent smearing his cruelty all over Nebley. “I pay them to do my bidding, and if this rocket launching project is to be a success, I don’t need failures.”

“BUT…SIR…” the scientist choked in a Swedish tongue, “…FORGIVE…ME…I WILL…CONTINUE…WORKING…”

“Ah, but you’ve already betrayed my trust,” the Italian fiend barked, sweat from Nebley’s neck dripping onto his boss’ fist. “I don’t tolerate backstabbers, Mr. Nebley, and I don’t intend to keep one in this room.”

Suddenly, the man growled something under his breath, on a microphone attached to his coat collar. Not a moment afterward, as he still held Nebley in his reach, a pounding of footsteps came from the tunnels. The scientist shook his head miserably in anguish, wriggling in the grip of his chief. The footsteps were revealed to be that of two soldiers, skinny, and wearing black jumpsuits. A bowler’s cap was pulled over each of their faces, and small, thin whips were pressed against their sides. The scientist screamed as the boss released his grip and slammed his disgusting body to the floor, gashing his forehead terribly. Blood spilled onto the metal floor and dripped all over his face as the two soldiers placed their arms underneath Nebley's, and began dragging him toward the tunnel.

Nebley shrieked, his voice hoarse and gagging as the soldiers took no mercy in dragging him into the tunnel, which was lit dimly by a pale, fluorescent light. Apparently there was a struggle, as the scientist helplessly tried to overwhelm them, but out of view of the work area, they took him into the hallway, where their silhouettes were cast darkly on the walls. Then, at once, the soldiers snapped their whips from their sides and began beating the scientist, slashing at his face and body, causing him to shout blood-curdling screams. The crack of the whip was heard brutally, and sent a chill up everyone’s spine.

The soldiers heaved Nebley’s body up, and resumed through the chamber, dragging him along. Around the corner, small droplets of his blood had sloped down from the hall. Every scientist stared at the whole scene with sheer fear, and the bone-chilling incident that had just occurred. They did not say one word, but began to work once again. The boss grinned in content once more. He tossed a finger at one of the scientists sitting on the left subsection, a woman with dark, brunette hair.

“Dr. Keyes, what is our progress on the missile status?” he rumbled.

“The missile is complete in the combustion chamber, and all other anti-dimensional grids have been simulated, tested, and approved to be placed inside the hull of the body,” she replied, tapping at the keys calmly.

“Excellent,” the boss said, grinning as he turned to the tunnel. “Once this rocket has taken off, you will receive a promotion, Lily.”

“I’m honored sir,” she said breathlessly. “But…what about…”

She pointed to the pool of blood on the floor, and the boss simply flicked his head back to eye it. He turned back to the tunnel, and said, “Call the janitor, for God sakes. He'll lick this place up.”

13th November 2005, 2:55 AM
.....WOW! That was different. And it fastenated me though i'm not big
on blood and gore. But I overlooked that and went directly to the pure

The description was glorious and I couldn't take my eyes off it. Goodness, I must find out the plot of this. All I know is it has something to do with pokemon being real. Fastinating. PM when the next chapter's up.

“I do not pay my researchers to become erect, Mr. Nebley,”

And I think that comment ment what I thought it ment. LOl, the girls in the bikinis. Just had to seperate it.

As always, be kind to the mime.

13th November 2005, 3:50 AM
First off-- I LOVE those Latin words you're using for chapter titles. Where are you finding the Latin translations, if I may be so bold as to ask?

Secondly...on to the review! I can't really review since it's the intro, but I can point out irregularities.

on laptops piled on every The 'on' is repetitive, so perhaps "upon" might be best instead of the second "on."

Another problem is the way you use pronouns, such as "he" and "his". It gets very confusing about who's saying what. When you change the description/sectence to address a different person from the first person address them by their names BEFORE using pronouns for them, so people can follow who's doing and saying what. ^^

The description of the soldiers whipping the scientist was very brutal and chilling, and your description right there was just divine. This looks like it'll be a very well-written and enaging story.

Sike Saner
13th November 2005, 4:07 AM
Quality! Yes!

Ah, imagine how it would be if that was the punishment in all business for those who look at porn on the job? XD

Boss description - you painted a clear picture of that miserable nerd. And of his suffering. I like it. It pleases me to see such savagery served up right in the prologue (For the record, I am a horrible, sadistic person, just to let you know. XP ). You've set an intriguing scene, and presented instantly fascinating characters.

A little bitty highlight:

“I do not pay my researchers to become erect, Mr. Nebley,”

Because, come on. You know I had to isolate that. I just had to.

I found no errors in it, none at all. You've done a fine job, and I eagerly anticipate more of this. ^_^

13th November 2005, 4:46 AM
Klaus: Will do. I appreciate your comment, though I can't expect my description to be vivid, as I've actually toned down a bit :S My first fic, the Pokemon Detective, was so overly-described that it gave everyone headaches.

Scrap: Glad you're fascinated ^_^ I've learned quite a bit of Latin myself, but if you would like a translator, I found this wonderful Java Client from the the University of British Columbia here (http://www.serebiiforums.com/showpost.php?p=1595184&postcount=9). Just scroll down the page, and there you'll find the Java translator, where you can type English-Latin, or Latin-English. Some words may not appear, so find a general synonym of it if you're discouraged. Also, Latin plays a major role in this fic, as the title itself is conceived from the language. For example, in the upcoming first chapter, a choir song is sung in Latin (which I will make available on link in that post) called "Psalmo." Also, I have to agree; I do have issues with pronouns. I went back and read it, and saw how many references I made that could have confused people >>; Also corrected the "on" problem XD Also, thank you for that assessment of the whipping scene. In my first fic, "The Pokemon Detective," I had a great deal of horror that I wanted to bring back. The category of mystery is beginning to stir in mah veins again XD

Sike Saner: ;-; Thanksh much. No one ever tells me quality of the fic...they just get right to the constructive criticism XD As for characters, I try my hardest to let the reader know about them through context clues, because coming out and saying it is so "n00bish." Character development was not important until recently to me, as I began writing the Serebeth Noob Trials (which, I may add, has chance of resurrection as I haven't updated it). Characters play a vital role to the story. Whatever happens to these people, you need to feel their emotions and know what is going on about them ominously. I've actually cried when I had to kill off a terribly great character of mine once...

Thanks for the reviews, everyone, and always know that if you ever need a review yourself, just drop me a PM, though I suggest you please read my reviewing profile in the Author's Cafe.


EDIT: You wouldn't pay your hard-working scientists to become erect either, no?

13th November 2005, 4:57 AM
Who em gee. O_o


I like the theme so far. Evil mafia ganster( Or something like it) Hires a bunch of scientists to do an engimatic work by launching a rocket into the atmosphere. I sense possiblities. ^^

Very nice description, though sometimes it became confusing....the begining description of the to be dead scientist for instance. The acne line somehow didn't come across clear to me. It was wonderful, don't get me wrong, I'm just too stupid to comprehend. :P

All in all, wonderful. I've fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. XP

13th November 2005, 5:00 AM
The link goes to another member's post about songs...*confused* @_@

If quality is what you want to hear about, then don't worry. From what you've been letting us know, this sounds like it'll be very rich and complex, like good chocolate. Hell, even the colors and banner is like chocolate. XD You've got an elegantly clever twist to this one, so you shouldn't worry too much.

13th November 2005, 5:11 AM
:( Terribly sorry, Scrap: http://www.sunsite.ubc.ca/LatinDictionary

Thanks for the encouragement. I feel great when people boost my self-esteem, because after all, this story is only a success if people enjoy it. You see, I'm fueled on inspiration, and it only comes in bottles at a time. If I have the will to do something, the bottles become full of will, but I only have a limited amount to fuel something. Give me more bottles, and I give you greatness. Hell, give me a twelve-ounce glass XD Btw, chocolate is great ;-; I had my first Wonka bar yusterday...

xXSaberXx: Ya used one ofe my favorite phrases! Hook, line, and sinker! Of course, anything that comes from or is mentioned in A Series of Unfortunate Events is bowed down to by me. You're not st-oo-pid! I just described it with too many pronouns, as Scrappy-Doo just told me a moment ago (which, by the way, I have edited). Thanks for the review.

13th November 2005, 5:14 AM
Scrappy-Doo? XDDD Lots of people call me that. And my profound thanks for the link! ^^

I work on the same principle-- if I know people love my story, it boosts me to write my best, otherwise I get flaccid and lazy.

13th November 2005, 9:36 PM
Well i was surpised when i saw this story was written by you. Mostly because you stopped updating Red's Adventures in Wonderland. Now i understand why you stopped updating but i do hope you don't leave this story hanging.

Anyway this was a very well written introduction. I was able to visualize everything with your description of the work area; the chief; the poor, lonely scientist; and the way said scientist was beaten.

I like where this story is going. I've always imgained how the world would be if pokemon actually existed.

Well an intriguing start to a soon-to-be magnificant tale. Please continue this story and don't let die or i'll have to shoot you with my monkey gun ^^.

14th November 2005, 12:45 AM
UnholyWeather: Oh dearz me. Shall not be killed by moonkey gun ;-; Actually, this is a fic I am extremely serious about, so I won't let you down. This will not die like the others. If it does, you can kill me with monkey gun.

This chapter is berry berry long, and it contains many many references to religion, prejudice, and some other thingsh. Also, if you would like to hear the choir song "Psalmo 150" featured in this chapter, feel free to click here (http://www.geocities.com/alicescheshirecat2005/Psalmo_150.mp3) (Quicktime required, and it may not be available currently, as my bandwidth has currently been exceeded). Enjoy:

Chapter I: Fatum Plena Vesper
Profanity: Yes
Adult Language: No
Violence: Yes
Blood/Gore: Little

“La lala la lala…la la la la la la la, lala la, lala…la la la la la la…
Laudate Dominum, insalteseus, laudate eum infirmament toteinconseus!
La lala la lala…
Laudate eum in et tucienseus. Laudate eum secum dulmulte tu dinegma in tu gnidis, macatuconseus macatuconseus…
La lala la lala…la la la la la la la, lala la, lala…la la la la la la…
Laudate Dominum, insalteseus, laudate eum infirmament toteinconseus!
La lala la lala…
Laudate eum in et tucienseus. Laudate eum secum dulmulte tu dinegma in tu gnidis, macatuconseus macatuconseus…
La lala la lala…
Laudate eum in psalmanatoube, la…
Laudate eum in psalterio et cithara, la…
Laudate Dominum, insalteseus, laudate eum infirmament toteinconseus!
Laudate eum in tim penatachoro…
Laudate eum in chordis et organo…
Laudate eum in chit conseus servus nantibus…
Laudate eum in cymbalis! Jubilationus, jubilationus, jubilationus, jubilationus!
La lala la lala…la la la la la la la, lala la, lala…la la la la la la…
Omni spiritus, laudate Dominum…Omni spiritus, laudate Dominum!
Laudate Dominum laudate Dominum laudate Dominum laudate Dominum… Al-le-lu-jia!”

“All right, kids, that’s a wrap.”

Mrs. Matsura swept both hands in front of her scarlet dress, and clamped them together, signaling the choir to cease. Their large mouths closed tightly, and they all blinked silently. The woman turned the page on the music sheet while passing a bony finger through her grayed hair. She tipped her glasses, and looked at the class, who were all standing in one large circle around the room.

“All right…your marks for today are top-notch!” she exclaimed, smiling. The whole class eased up, and so began a minor chatter as the teacher searched through some papers. Once she found them, she walked over to the piano and handed the boy playing it a sheet of a new song. The boy looked over it carefully as Mrs. Matsura stared at the top of his black-haired head.

“Ken, I would like you learn this song on piano tonight, if you can,” she said as though she were tired, glancing at all of the children in their school uniforms. Ken nodded, certainly excited, but tired from the restless day. Another boy, about fourteen years old from the stands walked up to Mrs. Matsura, and he smiled at her.

“Thanks for the lesson today, Mrs. Matsura,” he said, bowing slightly. “It’s the only thing in my day I actually look forward to.”

She repeated his bow. “It was my pleasure, Satoshi-san. By now we should be ready to put on a concert, and a damn good one if I say so myself.”

“There’s one problem with that,” Ken said from the piano, pulling his jacket on and placing a notebook tablet in his pocket.

“What would that be?”

“It’s a Christmas concert,” Ken said, frowning as he picked up the music sheets and placed them inside a small briefcase. Satoshi watched his fellow peer pick up all of his things and walk toward he and Mrs. Matsura, who had both become rather sorrowful. Satoshi frowned at Ken.

“There isn’t even an audience, then?” the boy asked.

“No one in Machida is Christian…except for us. We’d embarrass ourselves out there.”

“Oh, dear…I don’t know why I ever took that into consideration,” the teacher said, walking over to the piano bunch slowly, then slumping down on it. She sighed miserably, and Ken came to her side, patting her back.

“It’s all right…we didn’t do it for nothing.”

“Do it for what, then?” she rasped. “That’s the only thing we do it for, is the people! Recognition is important to all of you, but…I never thought to be so incredibly stupid…how could I be so stupid?”

Mrs. Matsura then tore the glasses from her eyes, and carefully placed her face inside her clasped hands, and cried, right there, in front of the whole class. It made Satoshi and Ken terribly heart-broken; to see one of the greatest women in Tokyo brought down by something she could not fight. After all, Christianity was not the major religion, and surely, they would gain nothing from all the difficult work they had learned to achieve an excellent Christmas concert. The inevitable truth can often times be brutal. Once the poor woman had sniffled a few times, she withdrew a handkerchief and began wiping her face. She looked up at Satoshi Tajiri and Ken Sugimori, completely dejected and saddened.

“I don’t want you kids to come for choir tomorrow,” she said, tears welled in her eyes. “Or the next day, or the next day…I’m waving the white flag…there’s nothing we can do…”

“But Mrs. Matsura, you can’t give up so easily!” Satoshi exclaimed. “Without this class, I’m just…a kid who just can’t seem to make my grades meet. This is one of the only things I have left!”

“AND IS THAT MY FAULT? Where do you want to go?” the woman screamed at him, while the other students were dismissed from the class. “There is NO ONE in Japan that would like to see our concert. We would be a disgrace…I’m so stupid…just…get out.”

“But Mrs.—”

“I said, GET OUT.”

The sudden rage of his once gentle and kind music teacher made Satoshi cringe. Ken put an arm around his shoulder and gestured Satoshi to the door, where they would leave the private school. Outside the white building, the grass was greener than anything they had ever seen, but the sun that began to set in the west had cast an orange glare on the blades, shadowing the foreground of trees, whose colors flamed colors of glorious reds, yellows, and browns as each twig twittered and released leaves that fell to the ground. Machida was not a very large town, but it was in the district of Tokyo, and therefore was larger than most places. However, it felt small to Satoshi and Ken, who felt like goldfish trapped in a fish bowl.

Satoshi and his friend began walking down the steps of the school campus, immersed in clusters with the other students, for there would be trouble if they did not stay together. Meanwhile, they talked amongst themselves as they traveled down the crowded sidewalks, watching cars pass by and honk belligerently. The rows of townhouses and apartments also passed, and many were hanging their clothes on wire lines that swung across separate windows. Ken turned to Satoshi as he began to pull out the notepad he had hidden in his pocket.

“So, are we going hunting again today?” he asked Satoshi, flipping through the notebook to show him sketches of insects he had made.

“I…don’t know,” the other boy replied. “I’m devastated at what just happened…”

Ken sighed, and looked down at the sketches as though they meant nothing. The pages were filled to the brim with pictures; pictures and images of insects of every origin, from the horned beetle to the white-winged wasp, and everything in between. It was a habit of the two boys, to go and hunt for these bugs, for it was their own escape from reality. Satoshi was the mastermind behind every plan and method to find these insects, for he had been a bug collector since he was a very small child. Other children engaged in searching for bugs in contests or just for the fun of it, and Satoshi had always been the only one to amaze the others.

Now that the years had gone by, however, children matured into young adults, and though the boys were young adults, they still were eager to discover a new genre of bug, even while their peers began to grow up from the juvenile sport of hunting insects, or because Satoshi and Ken were the best, and they could not be beat. That would be their optimistic point of view, of course, but now, they were not so positive.

“Look, Satoshi,” Ken said, lifting a hand, “we won’t be able to sing anymore. You never really liked singing anyway. See? No loss.”

“There is a loss, KEN,” Satoshi growled. “That was the only class I was getting by with, because I actually tried. No, I’ll admit I’m not a great singer, and I don’t really like it, but it was Mrs. Matsura’s spirit that guided us. I’m just…losing everything, Ken. I don’t know what I am going to do with my life…”

“Don’t talk like that Satoshi,” Ken said, patting his friend’s back. “Everything will be fine. Once you get to college, you’ll be away from this Hell.”

“I’ve already tried to get away,” Satoshi breathed, looking rather pale.

“What do you mean?”

As they continued walking, the boy unraveled his shirt sleeve, pushing it aside to reveal his arm to his friend. Upon his arm were three, very distinct marks that were welted and red…dried blood lined each of them, and they were rather painful to peer at. Ken’s eyes widened and he pulled Satoshi’s sleeve back down. They stopped abruptly.

“Don’t you understand how dangerous that is?” Ken said, walking to stand in front of his friend, a look of utter distaste written all over his face. “I would never expect this sort of thing from you! Trying to slit a vein? That’s complete ********.”

“What do you care?” Satoshi sneered. “You’re just my friend!”

“JUST your friend?” Ken exclaimed, completely bewildered. “Satoshi, I value our friendship beyond anyone else’s! We’ve been friends since we were six years old! I care about you! You’re like a brother to me.”

Satoshi bowed his head in discontent, and let out a small sob, though he shed no tears. Ken breathed deeply, and returned to his friend’s side. Satoshi did not speak for a moment, but then, his lips moved quietly, “I apologize…let’s go.”

Just as they were beginning to walk down the street, they noticed something terribly wrong. The crowd of their fellow school peers was gone, and no one was in sight but themselves and the careless cars that drove over the road lines. Ken’s eyes began darting furiously from side to side as he attempted to find the group, but it seems they had gone. Satoshi murmured something under his breath, and the longer they stood there, the harder their hearts pounded.

“Which way did they go?” Satoshi whispered.

“I don’t know…”

“We better hope to God…no, they can’t come here. They’re not…everywhere…”

Out of a nearby alleyway, someone came blundering through, banging a dent into a dumpster at random, and stomping heavily on the concrete ground. He was a rather tall figure; most likely near eighteen years old, with a stone-carved body. He wore a black, leather jacket unzipped against an indigo shirt, and faded jeans that had tears in the kneecaps. Naturally, his appearance startled them. He swayed toward them quickly, eyeing their uniforms. Ken did not turn to Satoshi, but mumbled one word, “Run.”

They turned carefully around to face the opposite direction of the sidewalk, when they burst into a full-out race, sprinting off in direction of their school. They moved so quickly they did not even hear their own feet dashing and skidding. However, following closely behind them, was the heavy footsteps of the man. In the fraction of a second, Satoshi and Ken felt something snatch the back of their collars, and they slowed to a halt as they saw that the older boy had grabbed them. Their blood ran warmly as they pushed against his force, both of them trying to start a round in a frenzy of randomized attacks. Still, the older one held them, and laughed jubilantly.

“Why, look here. It’s the Jesus Christ boys,” he said, pulling up harder on their collars so that it began to cut into their necks.

“Just let us go; we never did anything to you,” Ken snapped, croaking over the strain on his neck.

The older boy then relinquished his mighty grip on them, but instead, tossed them onto the concrete ground. Their faces slammed with great intensity onto the asphalt, scraping the skin on their faces to the point of burning, but they wasted no time in coming up with a reaction. They immediately scrambled to their feet, standing in front of their tormentor.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, about talking back to someone larger than yourself,” he said, laughing. They glared at him with a fiery anger, but before they could say one word, he threw his arm back and tossed his flying fist toward Ken’s face. Satoshi speedily lunged in front of Ken, blocking the blow from the older boy, and thrusting his very own white fist into the oppressor’s jaw. A slight crack came from it as it bounced to the other side of his skull, and he walked backward in shock. Satoshi panted with fury and wrath, unable to control his hatred for the older boy. The brawler clicked his jaw back into place, and gritted his teeth despicably at Satoshi. His eyes narrowed in vengeance.

“YOU LITTLE *******!”

The older boy sprung at Satoshi with haste, and in one destructive batter, he crushed his knuckles into Satoshi’s eye socket; the severity of the thrash sending him backward. The boy crashed into the pavement on his tailbone, and air left his lungs unexpectedly. Satoshi struggled to breath, his left eye numb with the stinging pain as the tormentor began heading for Ken.

Out of nowhere, a woman’s voice speared through the air, and the bully’s head twisted in the direction of which it came. Running from the door of the white building, Mrs. Matsura plowed across the lawns straight to the scene, releasing a flurry of curses and swears. As she and her violent scarlet dress strutted closer, the older boy fled across the street, jaywalking in front of a line of cars that had stopped at a green light. Their teacher ran with tension to the boys, whereas Ken came running to Satoshi. The boy ached in pain as he lied there hopelessly on the pavement, groaning as he struggled to breathe properly. Mrs. Matsura pursed her lips in dismay at the sight of her student lying there, beaten down by a cowardly fighter.

“Are you all right, dear?” she asked him, Ken standing by her side.

“Just…I’ll…be fine,” he said, attempting to stand back up, his lungs pressing difficultly against his chest. Mrs. Matsura turned to Ken: “I’ll take you boys home. You’ve been roughed up enough for one day.” They turned to her and thanked her graciously, and walked a small distance from the school down the walk to a faculty parking lot, where her old Mitsubishi pick-up was sitting. Satoshi was still catching his breath, but air began to come back to him as he continued to breathe slowly.

It was very odd to be driven somewhere by one’s own teacher, but under their circumstances, any help was appreciated and was to be grateful for. A small pride swelled in Satoshi’s heart for getting the first punch, but a deep regret nagged him for being arrogant and bigheaded, for thinking he could have stopped the older boy. Then again, he had saved Ken from a fair beating, which cancelled out the rest of his feelings as they piled into the front seats, becoming quite crowded and squashed. Mrs. Matsura slid in carefully, and then inserted the key to the ignition, turning and starting the car.

They pulled out of the parking lot, and directly into traffic. Apparently, it was rush hour as people wound through Machida and other sub-districts to get to Tokyo, where the important events happened. Lines became slow as they began taking turns down several streets. Mrs. Matsura took this opportunity to find out what had happened from the boys.

“What street do you live on, Mr. Sugimori?” she asked Ken politely.

“Pojo, ma’am,” he replied, staring off into space through the windshield.

“I know where you live, Satoshi-san,” Mrs. Matsura said, motioning to Satoshi. “Are your parents home?”

“Mom is…dad may be at work,” Satoshi replied, cupping his eye in pain.

“Well, you both sure are quiet,” she commented, managing a weak smile as she turned the steering wheel. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me about your fight yet.”

The two boys did not say a word, and merely avoided making eye contact with their choir teacher. After a few minutes of silence, Mrs. Matsura sighed, really quite agitated that they were being stubborn, but breaking this small solitude, Ken said, “He called us the ‘Jesus Christ’ boys.” Mrs. Matsura exploded into laughter, and began chuckling madly. Satoshi and Ken stared at her in stupefaction as she continued to giggle over the remark, clearly finding it not as hilarious as she interpreted it to be. After she was done with her fit, she smiled and stopped at an intersection.

“Well, it’s just comical to use such a term, when he could have called you something different,” she said, musing to herself.

“I’m not a Jesus Christ boy,” Satoshi grumbled. “I’m not even Christian…”

“What?” Ken interjected. “You’re not?”

“No, he’s not,” Mrs. Matsura replied.

“My mom grew up in America,” Satoshi said, recalling facts from the top of his head, “in a Catholic school, because my grandmother moved there during World War II to find my grandfather. My mom converted to Baptism when she was older, because the nuns beat her hands with rulers.”

At this, Satoshi chuckled a bit, and Ken grinned. Mrs. Matsura smiled lazily into traffic, certainly glad the negative mood of the boys had been lifted.

“I suppose that’s a pretty good reason to convert,” Ken said jokingly, punching his friend softly in the arm. “So then, is your dad a Christian?” Satoshi shook his head, and spoke calmly, “No, he’s Buddhist. He used to live on the coast of Kanto, but when he met my mom when she came back to Japan for vacation, he said they fell deeply in love with each other, and they moved back into his parents’ home here in Machida.”

“Then, why do you attend a private Christian school?” Ken asked, completely confused. Satoshi sighed, and turned to Ken. “Mom always wanted me to go to a good school…not necessarily because she wants me to follow her religion, but because she wants my atmosphere to be a place with bad influences.”

“Which is very difficult,” Mrs. Matsura interrupted, “when your best friend is Ken Sugimori.”

The two boys laughed at this comment, when she continued, “It was actually your mother who introduced Mrs. Tajiri to me when she considered taking him to a public school here, Ken. She thought it would be better for them, which doesn’t bug me at all. Speaking of bugs, how goes the hunt?”

Satoshi peered over at his teacher and laughed loudly, “I haven’t gone down to the marshes for a week, now.”

“Now, why is that?”

“Because I have better things to do.”

“Not a good reason at all.”

“Well,” Satoshi looked out to the streets, “there’s no point in doing it anymore…I mean, no one cares what sort of bugs I collect anymore. That was something I did so long ago, when I was a kid. I’m not a kid anymore, and…I just…”

“—Don’t get the same recognition as you used to?” she asked. He nodded, and she remarked, “This life is about recognition, Satoshi. Like I said in class before, people want to be known in the world for certain things. You, for example, wanted to be known as the greatest bug collector in the world at your age. Now, you think your ambitions have changed because of other people’s opinions. Never back down, Satoshi. They may think your habits are childish, but if it makes you happy and successful, pursue it.”

“But…Mrs. Matsura,” Satoshi said, careful not to upset her, “that’s hypocritical. You didn’t pursue the concert.”

Mrs. Matsura turned to him as they began driving down a row of nicely-styled houses, and she frowned, a small regret glinting in her eye. She slowed to a stop, and pulled the emergency brake.

“The concert would be appealing to a much larger audience, Satoshi,” she said, a great feeling of apology in her voice. “You have a society of teenagers to appeal to, while my concert would disrupt the balance of religion, which is indeed a touchy subject around here. Ken, I believe this is your stop; can you walk from here?”

“Yeah, my house is right there,” Ken replied, quiet all this time, listening. “Thank you, Mrs. Matsura.”

He opened the door, and with a bang, slammed it shut in an instant, carrying off one block to a house with white paint and blue trim. Mrs. Matsura continued driving down the street, until she came to a small intersection, where she turned down Hirokazu Road. It was a street that had similar houses as the ones on the corner, however, they were in a slightly in a lower class. The mood of the air seemed calmer than normal, and the sun had already set over the mountains on the horizon, leaving a blue sky attempting to overwhelm a beautiful sunset. As they drew nearer to the Tajiri home, Mrs. Matsura turned to him and spoke.

“You listen to me, Satoshi, and never forget this,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “You will become a great person one day. I know the feeling that aches in your heart, for it is the feeling of being rejected from society just because you think differently about something other people opinionate as childish and dense. Never forget, that whatever dream passes your mind, don’t sit and wait for it to come closer. Reach out and grab it. Reach out, and snatch it by the horns.”

They pulled up to a short driveway further along the road, and pulled into the property of a home furnished with Japanese maple trees and bonsai growing eternally and healthily in the midst of their yard. Mrs. Matsura pulled to a stop. She nodded to the boy, and just before he shut the door, she said to him once again, “Do not forget.” He thanked her, and let her be on her own way back home.

After arriving at his home, Satoshi went through the front door, and was immediately met by his Shitzu, Kia, whose facial hair was tied in a little red ribbon. Kia growled as though she had a coin lodged in her throat, which was usually her way of greeting. The black-haired boy picked her up shortly; stroking her long hair, and then set her done so she could go create diabolical presents. Passing a mirror on the way to the living room, he spotted his unfamiliar reflection in the looking-glass. Satoshi approached it, afraid of what he was going to see. Unfortunately for him, he had no choice, and when he saw that his left eye had swollen slightly as the dead tissue underneath had been dyed black, he knew he would not be able to hide it for long.

In the living room, his balding father and loving mother sat in their comfort seats as they were watching Tokyo5 News under a dim lamp one would find in the seventies. They did not notice him, even as his shadow crept under the light of the lamp. It appeared that there was a storm warning advisory for a system of low pressure coming from along the American coast and across the Pacific Ocean. It seemed that the pressure was not dissipating, but dispersing in different directions. However, Satoshi did not continue to watch as he snuck carefully into the hallway toward his bedroom. When he whipped his view away from the television set, his eyes were immediately met with those of his littler brother, Shang. The child’s eyes instantly noticed the black eye he wore, and a warm feeling of embarrassment swelled in Satoshi.

“Satoshi,” Shang cried rather loudly, “what happened to your eye?”

Without thinking, Satoshi slapped his brother across the face, which frightened the little boy. He screamed, releasing a cry that would put shame to a pterodactyl. Satoshi apologized, gasping and letting out a small whimper at the unexpected thing he had just done. The boy ran toward his door, and slammed it shut, locking it behind him.

Inside, posted all over the walls, were magazine articles from National Geographic, Animal Zoo Book, and other wildlife publications were tacked to it, along with dozens of pictures of insects. One that prominently caught one’s eye was the image of a praying mantis stretched over the ceiling in a large poster. Satoshi climbed across discarded items on his floor to his bed, where his wrinkled bedding and insect kit sat. In the hall, he could hear his little brother talking, and following the tiny voice was that of his father’s, a stern and deep one. Satoshi scuttled rather hurriedly to the kit, opening it to find an identification book, magnifying glass, tags, and small vials. A few of the vials were full already, but Satoshi’s entire collection laid on the top of his dresser, where they sat upon small, steel shelves.

Suddenly, there was a knock and Satoshi’s door, and his father’s voice boomed, “Satoshi-san, why did you smack your brother? Open this door.” The boy bowed his head solemnly as his father banged on the door several times, his eyes twitching under pressure. Most reluctantly, Satoshi returned to his door, and swinging it open, came face-to-face with his father, whose eyes were slit in a petite anger. Next to him was the sniveling pile that was Shang. But at the moment he saw Satoshi standing there with a black eye, his expression changed completely. The old man turned to Shang, looking disapprovingly at the youngling.

“Did you do this, Shang-san? How many TIMES have I told you not to beat your brother?” he growled. The little boy was completely confused, but Satoshi smiled slightly. However, his father found his own joke less than amusing, and his view wandered to Satoshi’s left eye.

“What happened to you, son?”

“Another guy punched me in the face,” Satoshi said.


“Because…I told him something that offended him…something about his bike, and he just punched me in the face for no reason,” the boy lied, feeling much too engulfed to reveal the truth and get into a discussion with his father.

“What is the name of this boy? I will call the school,” Mr. Tajiri said, looking back into the living room.

“No, Dad. He already got caught; he’s serving detention time tomorrow.”

“Serves him right!” Mr. Tajiri humphed. “Should deserve a week…anyway…why did you slap your brother?”

“He…swore at me.”

“I did not!”

“Satoshi, Shang knows not one word of filthy tongue! I have never sworn in front of him, and certainly, your mother has not.”

“That’s a lie, dear!” Mrs. Tajiri called to the living room. Her husband sighed heavily, not arguing, but he looked sternly back to his oldest son.


Satoshi peered into Shang’s eyes, feeling deeply regretful. He sighed as well, and released a fairly honest, “I’m sorry, Shang…I don’t know what got into me.” Mr. Tajiri nodded faintly, and then he pointed a finger at Satoshi’s chest.

“For a week, you will take the garbage out and to the end of the driveway as punishment. I don’t know what got into you either, but don’t do it again.”

“Yes sir.”

Without another word, Mr. Tajiri began to walk back down the hallway, Shang turning to the right into his own bedroom. Before his father returned to the living room, Satoshi called out, “I’m going out to Samukai Woods!” A grunt replied in response, clearly indicating he had consent. Satoshi pulled open his dresser and retrieved a black linen jacket and placed it on the bed. He pulled off his uniform vest and tie, and tossed them onto the floor with the other miscellaneous objects. He then got the jacket again, and slipped it on over his shoulders. Satoshi then closed the case with all of the insect tools and carried it, and on his way out of the door, scooped a flashlight off of the floor, flicked the lights off, and shut the door tightly.

14th November 2005, 2:57 AM
Oh my! That was a surprise, but now it makes sense...using Satoshi Tajiri himself as the main character was very clever. XD I'm wondering why I didn't think of that.

This chapter seems mostly to be for build up and character introductions, but it was still enjoyable to read. I thought the teacer's reaction was a little of an overreaction because they're supposed to act as role models, but some teachers are notoriously high-strung. XD

I also enjoyed reading about the family dynamics of Satoshi's parents and his little brother, Shang (love that name) and the little quip about nuns beating people with rulers made me chuckle. I can tell you put a LOT of effort into researching this...well, it shows, believe me. ^^

14th November 2005, 3:05 AM

Very nice bit you have here. Lots of research you must have done. /yodaspeak. It helped to make it more believable of course...Well done. Detail and everything. ^^

Question though, Will Satoshi man be the main character through the whole series?


14th November 2005, 3:36 AM
Scrap & Saber: You make Cheshire kitty's whiskers jiggle! ^..^ As for Satoshi, yus he weel be main macho-ness of the fic, but there's a reason why he's here, and that my children, weel not be revealed until the VERY end. Ha, I love to suspend >3

Speculations, for future peoples who manage to give things away, MUST BEH PUT IN SPOILERS ('course, none of the reviewers here). Every time you don't post spoilers in spoiler tags, the Cheshire Cat frowns :( This chapter was also to introduce some characters, as Scrap pointed out, and show you the life of Satoshi Tajiri (fictionally, of course) before the story goes into full swing. I can promise you that the next chapter is what will start this fic's engines, and pour the gasoline for its long trip to the end. This chapter talked loads about religion, firstly because as I mentioned somewhere in the FF section, religion would be affected if Pokemon became real. How? You'll just have to find out...

Meh, I knew I made Mrs. Matsura a bit too high-strung, but heh, Christians think anything is funny, because they never heard anything like that with their virgin ears 8D My sister goes to a private Catholic college, and there are monks and nuns that work there as teachers XD Many people around the community, just the same as her, can tell me nuns are female dogs when they got rulers of knowledge. Hmm, thinking Chapter II will be amusing I do. Thinking big things happen I do, and read it you must 8D

I've managed to read Saber's Pokemon Revelation, which I must congratulate her on winning several awards from the FanFic Summer Awards thread. I thought the story was deeply reveling, with a plot that just simmers above a pan of comical humor and mischief that kill all the readers with laughter, but resurrects them so they can read like good zomb-ehs.

EDIT: Excuse this post; I had ice cream with candy, jello, and coke ^_^ I change to be a tad more sane.

Sike Saner
14th November 2005, 7:44 PM
...I'm a bit stupefied right now; this has, within quite a short frame of time, gotten considerably more interesting - and as it was very interesting to begin with, that is saying something, indeed. Description and characterization continue to be of high quality; these are very human characters in a very well fleshed-out setting. The premise, as it is being revealed, is just ingenious. And working Satoshi Tajiri and Ken Sugimori into this...clever. Very clever, indeed. :D

Before I depart...

The black-haired boy picked her up shortly; stroking her long hair, and then set her done so she could go create diabolical presents.

"Diabolical presents". XD I love that.

15th November 2005, 1:20 AM
Sike Saner: Hoping someone would catch on to the diabolical presents >.O Yus...anyway, reality is a strong side I never had before. Strangely, though I embrace Fantasy with a powerful love, I never wanted to return to reality, because that's all my life is, and it stabs every millimeter of my heart. However, in a perfect world, there exist Mary-sues and Gary-stus, and those are not the sort of characters I imagine. Reality must play a role in every fic, because the world is not a perfect place. The pain, the suffering, the lies, the deception, the murder, the betrayals, and Evil...it is all real, and there is nothing you can do to stop it, but you can try to live life successfully, trying to avoid those bumps in the road. I fear there will be many bumps in the road for the characters of this fic, and the road does not get any easier in Chapter II.

Edward Scissorhands music by Danny Elfman makes kitty cry and want to curl up in a ball...it's got this strange effect on me where my sanity level just came shooting back up. Anyway, Chapter II should arrive tomorrow, as I will be off of the computer for a while. I hope you will all be looking forward to it, because it will be the epic that will make this fic take flight.

Willow's Tara
15th November 2005, 2:46 AM
Hey great story, really liked that music teacher, she reminded me once of my old music teacher.. Well execpt the breaking dow part, i have never seen my old music teacher cry, anyway good work kepe going, i couldn't find much wrong with it.

16th November 2005, 4:45 AM
Tara: Thankey, thankey. My choir teacher is a guy, so he's incredibly different from Mrs. Matsura, and I've never seen him break down. He just jabs and makes faces when he's conducting us in concert.

This chapter is finally complete, and the good news is (no, I didn't save a buncha money on my insurance by switching to Geico) I started Chapter III. This is going to define the rest of the fic, and show you some things you never would have known about our main character, and some extraordinary events.

Chapter II: Ymber et Procella
Profanity: Yes
Adult Language: None
Violence: None
Blood/Gore: None

Satoshi had managed to get a rather harsh scolding from his mother about his random slapping of his brother, but it was certainly nothing he could not handle. He just simply nodded and agreed with whatever she said, just so he could get away from the house, to escape from his reality as he had many times as a child, and find insects. Now, it was not necessarily the wanting and the desire for this hunt, but something pounded within his heart. He passed the kitchen as his mother began to prepare the evening meal, though he was quite certain he would miss it, and they would not bother to save any after they had eaten their fill. It depressed him slightly, but the pounding in his heart, not the pumping, became more profound.

Mrs. Tajiri sized up her son as she wore her flowered apron, and said to him, “Where did you say you were going again?”

“Samukai Woods,” he said simply, believing she was already aware of where he would go.

“Oh, dear…” she murmured to herself, turning away from Satoshi as tried walking back into the living room. He stopped her short with his palm.

“What is it?”

Mrs. Tajiri reluctantly moved her face toward her son’s, and peered into his hazel eyes. She sighed heavily, and said, “The city bought out the land.”


“They’re going to build an arcade on it,” she replied sadly, her mouth curling downward into a sympathetic grimace.

“They can’t do that!” Satoshi exclaimed, his thin eyes narrowing fiercely. “It’s…just not possible…”

“Satoshi-san,” she said, smiling weakly as she placed her kind hand on his shoulder, “you know that we cannot stop them. We are just citizens, and one of the few honest and true families left in Machida. Our opinions would not have made a difference. Besides, you love arcades!”

“I do, but this is horrible!” he shouted, catching the attention of his father, who was still watching the storm warning on the television. “I’ve…gone there since…ever!”

Mrs. Tajiri smiled faintly, and placed her hand on her son’s shoulder. However, Satoshi slapped it away lightly, as the daggers stabbed his heart tenderly. Satoshi now had the strongest urge to leave his home, but his will could not overpower his stomach completely, so he snatched a small rice cake his mother had made the night before sitting on the counter that was becoming rather stale, but ate it just the same, walking out of the front door into the chilly darkness of night, his mother and father left in the house feeling penitent and ashamed. The street lamps illuminated the black streets perfectly as he crossed from his porch, but there was nothing in sight to be recognized in the road, giving it an even darker, empty feeling. Several homes along the street had their lights and lamps turned on brightly, the glows glimmering from the windows. Satoshi breathed in deeply, letting out a cool, white cloud of hot air that rose to the starry heavens above.

Taking his suitcase by his side and flicking on the flashlight he held in his opposite hand, the boy started walking down the street, toward the dead end, and where the wilderness met the urban land. In fact, Samukai Woods was practically the only place that the city board had not decided to plant a machine factory or shopping mall upon. Now, even after decades and generations of the good people who lived here, the greedy fools had gotten what they so jealously deserved. They were building an arcade upon it. How could they? It held the eldest vegetation in all of Tokyo, and there thrived creatures of the night, such as the owl, bats, and thriving insects that took advantage of the moist, humid atmosphere of the forest. Destroying and plundering it for economy now seemed the most sinister plot to Satoshi, and now, the tip of his anger was peaked.

For all these years, he had struggled to attend a school of a different religion, causing awkward and embarrassing remarks to come from those who knew him outside of the school. Others beat on him just because they believed something about him that was false. He was doing it to sacrifice for his mother. He loved her dearly, and over the period of time he was born and raised, his appreciation had grown for her more than ever. His father had always encouraged him to become an electric repairman, which was most certainly the most ridiculous thing in the world to the boy. Satoshi never aspired to really become someone in the world; but still, this fact did not alter the mood about his father. Mr. Tajiri wanted him to chase fantasies that he himself had never fulfilled, and to become someone who he had shaped in his own mind. Satoshi could not stand the ambitions his father tried to force on his shoulders, because he wanted just to be himself.

But he questioned himself. Why? Why am I here? What is my purpose here? he thought, half to himself, and half to the sparkling night sky, as though expecting an answer as he stared at it endlessly on the boundary next to the Samukai Woods. Why am I here? What does my life matter? I am never going to make a difference in this…cruel…heartless world…WHY? WHY ME?

Without realizing it, hot, steamy tears began rolling down his cheeks, blazing in hatred as he gritted his teeth at the sky. He held out his hands, and cried, “IF THERE IS A GOD, WHY DO YOU NOT ANSWER ME? Am I too unimportant for you? Am I too DAMN UNIMPORTANT FOR THIS WORLD? Who gives a damn what happens to me? I HATE THIS PLACE…I HATE IT!” He shrieked so loudly that he bent over, coughing as he listened to the echo of his own caustic scream. One of his vocal cords tore a small bit, and the strain made his throat ache. He shook his head, his brain singing with the annoyance of pain and mental dilemma. Satoshi suddenly dropped to his knees, plopping the suitcase without a care on the road, and let the flashlight roll off of the pavement and onto the ground of the forest.

It all came flooding through his mind instantly, and he could not force back the dams of despair. The hot, bleeding tears of his strife slashed their way through his eyes, billowing silky crystals that gleamed just as the stars did. All of the throbbing, the suffering, the hate; it poured out of him like an eternal fountain of sadness. Sobs overwhelmed the music of the crickets chirping in the grass ahead, and for the entire time he kneeled there, Satoshi cried until his tear ducts ran dry, blubbering and howling all of the misery that was bestowed upon him, his trembling lips muttering, “why, why, why” as he cried uncontrollably.

Then, he heard something. It whistled through his mind, like a voice. He sniveled, wiping his tear-stained face all over his jacket sleeve, the liquids of his grief smearing on the material. He lifted his head solemnly, and felt the sky. It was watching him, he felt. Somewhere above him, he felt eyes burning in the back of his head, following him. He could hear it again…the insane voice that did not have a tongue…it whispered guidance to him. Satoshi wiped his face once again, sniffing off the rest of his tears. Was he imagining it? He thought he could hear something…but it was madness…no, he heard it again…was he losing his mind?

The boy opened his mouth slowly, staring down at the suitcase on the ground. It glowed eerily in the darkness, as though a street lamp was right above him. He turned his head toward the heavens, and he saw the moon staring back at him, its face hidden by blackened clouds that floated steadily from the west. The moon bathed his own face in its white radiance, and through it, Satoshi’s heart lifted slightly. The boy blinked, feeling the power within him fabricating…he could hear the strong whisper more than before, though silent it was. The voice elevated his broken heart, pushing it back into the rightful place in his flat chest. It was not pride, nor inspiration, nor courage, nor anything that boasted magnificence…it called to him. It called to him, saying his name, guiding him.

Satoshi suddenly twisted around on the road to stare down on the wet, forest moss that grew at the boundary. The moss had churned itself like a parasite all over the ground, infesting the soil with an earthly green blanket, and stifling the trunks of trees the wrenched up from the ground like great, titanic gates of the most natural wood. The branches were mangled and crooked, crossing over and through each other over centuries of growth. The trees that had been on this planet longer than his oldest relative, and they were going to be torn down. Torn down for the exploit of a market, to earn yen…money…a despicable and grotesque icon that showed its true colors to Satoshi for the first time. The filth and greed that was money sought to engulf the forest, to the advantage of only itself.

The boy did not express any emotion, for he knew it would be inevitable that the wood’s existence would soon come to an end, but a feeling, deep within his heart, spoke patiently and calmly, telling him that something was not right…the forest would not be gone by tomorrow…it would still be there, just as it had been yesteryear, and the years before that. Not being able to see it would be too excruciating to imagine, and once the forest was gone, Satoshi knew his escape…the hunt for the insects that had evolved from juvenile entertainment to a method of healing and the affection he held for it was going to come plummeting to shreds of matter. His dreams would be shattered forever, and he would never be able to exist in the world. One last tear spilt from his cheek, as he strengthened himself to climb up to his feet, glaring respectively at the Samukai Woods.

“This is the last time,” he said to the trees, “I will be seeing you again. And by the time you are gone, my life will be at an imminent end, though I shall remain living on in this disgusting place we call home. My life is torn…I will perish in my sleep for sure…”

The trees shivered their naked branches in response, as a gust flew in from behind Satoshi. The breeze tossed his black hair about as he stood there, staring at the forest, anchored by fear of falling into infinite nothingness. Then, something caught his eye. He glanced downward, and there on the ground was his flashlight. Rapidly, it began flickering as though the bulb inside were resurrecting itself. Satoshi stood in amazement, small daps of rain drizzling onto his backside, as the flashlight spat a long stream of electric-generated light. It was not the sudden live the device had given, but the stream of light that flowed from it. He could see the fresh droplets of rain beginning to fall from the sky, along with dust and air particles, as the ribbon of light lit a path: the darkness inside the woods was illuminated; a path that was marked straight by the light. Then, in another instant, the bulb died, and the light flashed off.

Was this a sign? A sign from somewhere…somewhere greater than him? Satoshi pondered it, but he knew the answer, and it did not resolve either question. For it was not an answer, but a decision. A decision that had been marked in front of his very eyes. The rain began to fall harder, gaining intensity in every strand of water. There was no doubt in his mind that he should enter the forest…surely, there was nothing more to his life. What would it matter if he went inside? After all, he wanted to spend his last moments alone in the rapture of his sanctuary…his place of escape. Hypnotically, Satoshi’s legs began moving off of the pavement, leaving all behind him, flashlight and suitcase. He wandered into the dark wilderness, guided only by the white of the moon shining through the cracks and gaps of all the trees.

A rumble from far off cried in the distance, and Satoshi recognized it as the sound of thunder. He could hear the rain outside the forest pounding into the ground like aquatic bullets, showering the land in nature’s fury. The trees groaned and whistled as the wind twisted and flew through the wispy air, waving the cold on Satoshi, making him hug his own sides tightly, struggling to keep warmth as he walked without stopping, no thoughts running in his mind.

It seemed hours soared by as he continued walking incessantly, for the storm had begun to increase its wrath more quickly than most tempests had. The storm was flailing massive amounts of water from the skies above so that the stars were no longer visible except for the moon’s terrestrial presence. Twigs cracked and leaves somersaulted in every which direction, tossing through the air in miniature cyclones. Still, Satoshi walked among the mess, wind cutting ice into his teary eyes, the trees all around him thrashing about in the ultimate wind. Somewhere off in the distance, lightning flashed across the sky in a godly second of terror, and the boast of the storming electricity was followed shortly by the roar of divinity, declaring the torrential downfall that it had brought mightily to the earth, slamming its soil with its opposing element.

Soon, the jubilant blooming of the horrific storm embarked to become muffled, as Satoshi walked…walked further and deeper into the thicket, allowing himself to become lost in the clutches of Samukai as the trees began to envelop him in their reach. The trees overhead no longer allowed the weather to burst through in pounding conflagration of shearing rainfall, and started to close themselves against each other, even blocking out the heavenly moon. All light ceased to carry on through this forsaken section of the woods. Satoshi still did not wander his thoughts astray from the matter…the voice that egged him on…the whispers that told him to keep moving straight, and to go only this way.

Ymber et Procella… it murmured. …Procella et Diaboli…Procella et Mal…

Suddenly, at the noise of the new, disembodied voice, he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes blinded by the darkness and his sense of smell numbed by the cold, Satoshi listened with his ears, and with the careful listening came another sense that flooded back to his vision. He heard the trickle of the water spraying through the trees, and dripping rapidly in another body of water…a pond. He could hear the hushed rainwater against the thickest wall of trees that wove themselves inward, shrouding themselves from the revelation of reality. The trees were alive, suddenly, in his mind…he could hear them talking to one another…the sway of their branches, the whiffle of the wind plowing at their indispensable blockade. Lonely. They, just as he, were hiding from the world…they were veiled in the deepest portion of the forest, forced to shun themselves. It roused something cavernous in the back of his mind, as though all along, he and the trees understood each other at last.

A new sound wandered in midst of the appalling gale that rocked the foundation of Japan itself, still slightly contoured past the solidity of the ancient plants, but distinct enough to be noticed. Satoshi could hear a rumbling in the sky…it was not the thunder…a hurtling…a whistling, a crackling he heard, but he could not associate this noise with an object. The wind thralled brutally…the noise was beginning to pierce through the quiet resilience of the weak branches. It was eating away at the plants. Satoshi broke from the silence himself, and his thoughts now tossed as wildly as the disastrous storm bellowed its temper from the depths of the atmosphere in the firmament beyond.

The next reverberation the boy heard next was the extremely brief howl of something crashing through the air above. After the howl, a deafening explosion blasted the storm outside, blistering every rift of the ripping airstreams with thousands of crackles and bangs that screeched and sprang in every direction, blowing away slams of earth-shaking sound waves that rocked the ground beneath Satoshi’s feet. Right at the moment of the explosion, Satoshi was propelled backward onto his back just by the very shaking of the desecrated detonation in the air outside. His ears shot like a bottle rocket as his eardrums were forcibly damaged from the deadly, loud noise, impairing the rest of his senses by the mere ringing in his ears. He shouted in pain and anguish, fighting against the sharp pain that pricked the end of his spine that wound its way up.

Satoshi lay there painfully and mercilessly, waiting impatiently for his hearing to return to him once more. The boy blinked numerous times, but the more he did, the more he saw the black of the inner forest. Sticky leaves attached to his sweating mass of a body, dirt and roots crawling all over his clothes and feet. The ground beneath his backside rumbled and shook with force. He thought there must have been a nuclear bombing, but if it had been, he knew he should have been dead. That coupled with the fact that he had heard it in the sky, not the ground.

Slowly but surely, Satoshi’s ears began throbbing outwards again as fluid dripped out onto his lobes. He did not care at this point, because at that moment, sounds and clamor flooded into his brain, and he knew he could hear at last. But upon arrival of his regained ability, a terrible, terribly roar boomed from the sky outside. It resounded in a ring of echoing such as that of a drum, and this pattern kept pounding. With each slam of the noise, Satoshi heard ripping noises…tearing…the trees were losing structure and constituency. Whatever was out there was stripping these trees from their secluded life, the life they wished to live alone for the rest of their eternity; the wind tearing their fleshed bark apart, almost as though burrowing in the forest for Satoshi. Almost as though it were looking for him.

As the wall of plants began to wrench from the anchored roots in the ground, light began slitting through the gaps where matter met air. The light was not that of the moon, but colors of flames: red, orange, and gold. The colors flared through, but no smoke arose. It was not a fire, for the light emanated in garlands of majestic ribbons, exalted light washing through everything, eradicating all the trees that stood in its path. As the thinned forest began to disclose itself once more to the world, Satoshi could hear the dirges of wailing, blustery gusts swirling around the center of the drumming…the humming. With every minute the trees in front of him were eliminated, the fierce culprit of the supernatural occurrence was now ascertained in the reflection of his hazel eyes.

The storm had generated a flurry of clouds that spiraled around the center of a great, gaping black hole that churned powerfully above the city of Machida, and not far from his vision, the neighborhoods of houses that ran all the way to Tokyo. Satoshi had never seen such a thing, and it frightened him to the extent of screaming, though his yells were lost in the earth-shattering sound of the suction the hole made. It did not sound as though it were sucking something up, however, as one might infer like a vacuum…instead, it was pushing out pressurized blasts of hot air that wraggled across the land, causing roofs of some houses to fly off of their tops, and even a few cars that went sailing over the town like aircraft. The rows and streets of houses creaked on their foundations, and the skyscrapers far into Tokyo even looked menacingly doomed.

Satoshi felt his body being pushed against his will by the overpowering gravity of the hot air blasts as the hole breathed, but luckily for him, the wind had pressed him against a tree that was managing to stay afloat on the soil, only seconds from ripping and drifting off across the country as the other objects had. Then, something happened that made Satoshi cry out in astonishment: the hole stopped beating. In this short resting time, the boy took every opportunity he could to breathe, allowing his heart an adequate amount of oxygen to stay pumping. For after resting, the hole then did something so death-defying and spectacularly disturbing that seeing it in person would make one collapse of shock.

The great, black hole shot out strands of wriggling, black arms, like oily tentacles, spreading them like veins across the heart of the sky. Leaves tumbled everywhere, flying in Satoshi’s face and at his feet; some even flew toward the storm itself. The rain was more powerful than ever, and gave no mercy as it bound itself to the ground. Satoshi was becoming soaked and frightened, when he saw the hole shoot fiery webs of more black matter across the land, spreading and tossing charcoal-like substances into the ground. The pond he had heard before was there now, rippling with algae and lily pads as the apocalyptic storm continued.

The boy laid back as the hole continued to rain the stringy black auras, every end of each bead colliding into the ground, and flinging dirt in places where they made impact. His eyes widened more than they ever had in his life as they continued to stare in utter disbelief at the twining black hole in the sky. How had it appeared there? What was going on? All thoughts were now pulsing through his brain, wired as hot as fire, and singing his ability to react to it all. However, the reaction Satoshi did not express leapt out of him and into his legs as a crashing piece of debris from the sky was blowing with a strong whistle straight toward his location. He found a sudden strength, his adrenal glands flowing madly as he jumped just in the nick of time.

At the moment before it landed, Satoshi saw the object burning with a black aura around it, screaming in a crackling hiss as the air touched it. Black flames curled around it right before it clashed into the pond in front of him, sending vast quarts of the water in it flying from its containment from the heavy pressure. The pond water jumped onto Satoshi’s clothes as the howling in the distance continued. He was now sprawled on the ground, pale and completely traumatized by this twisted form of events unfolding before his eyes. He was in the worst condition one could find themselves in, at the most unfortunate time.

What the Hell is that thing? he burst to himself in his own mind. Why is it here? What is all that coming down from it?

Abruptly, his thoughts were interrupted by the unexpected force plowing through the belly of the pond, spraying and splashing a fountain of algae and water ominously all around him. This sent Satoshi into spasms of fear and dread. He found himself trying to move away from the water that had suddenly spat itself up, pressing even harder on the tree against his back. His fate was sealed. He would not escape. For a moment, there was silence as he watched the pond for another movement. Nothing happened. It’s just a piece of metal…that flew from the sky, Satoshi thought to himself reassuringly. From a particularly large vortex in the sky…beats me how it got there, but…oh my God, I’m in self-delusion…

But indeed something did happen after this thought. Two whip-like vines snapped out of the water, flicking droplets of water everywhere. Satoshi tried to move, but it was no use. The vines slashed against his wrists, causing him to cringe in overwhelming pain as the sliminess of the plants scurried up around his arms, wrangling around them like serpents. Then, he felt the muscles inside of them tug toward the pond. He could not fight it. He was too weak and dumbfounded to defy the grip of the creature that lurked in the pond.

It dragged him across the wet grass, smashing the leaves into sticky chlorophyll mounds, smearing them all over his body. The vines took stronger hold as Satoshi was pulled head-first toward the pond. It was trying to drown him…so he was right…this would be the end, being devoured inside of a pond by a creature hungering for his flesh. The storm was raining creatures…everywhere…

Satoshi wanted to close his eyes, but he could not. It was all so real, yet so surreal he literally believed he had lost his mind, and was in a horrible nightmare. But no, it was not so, for he had gone into Samukai of his own free will…well, at the expense whispering trees, which just proved his insanity with defined lines. He wanted it all to end quickly and easily, without suffering. Satoshi waited in vain for the moment to come, to be dragged into the pool and perish under the water.

But that moment never did come.

Satoshi felt the vines around his now moist wrists unwind themselves quickly, then another small splash as they retreated into the water. The boy opened his eyes to the same sight he had seen before, but now, he was much closer to the pond, and staring head on into what was inside of it. The object that had been flown into the pond bubbled beneath the water, and gradually in his suspense, it surfaced, floating up onto the brink of the pool. It was a creature, but one that he did not recognize at all. It certainly did not look like an alien, but there was something familiar about it… The boy peered at it in amazement, his inquisitiveness climaxing as the unbelievable sight before him wiggled slightly.

It was a small, stout creature with four legs, two of which were still submerged beneath the water, and two that were clutching unconsciously to the edge of the pond with tiny, white claws. Its skin was turquoise, though it seemed to be bruised and discolored from injuries it had sustained, with forest green spots randomly scattered all over its body. Its head was wide and looked similar to that of a lizard’s, with two stub-like ears. On its back was what amazed the boy the most: a bulb plant seemed to be sprouting from its inner spine, the corm still wrapped like a flower bud waiting to bloom in the spring time. Overall, its appearance was reptilian, but Satoshi could not help to feel that this creature had something about him that related to plants and greenery. Whatever it was, he had never seen it before, and it was totally brand new. It had come from the sky.

The creature, to his surprise, opened one of its eyes, revealing a blood-ruby iris peering back at him weakly. It stared at him a moment, and Satoshi looked back into its eye with astonishment and wonder, then in the next instant, it shut it in exasperation, falling into a lulling unconscious state.

16th November 2005, 6:28 AM

Loads of description, and good as well. I haven't noticed any spelling or grammer errors, but I tend to miss things like that in enthralling stories, like this. Today's the 15th right? Well that's wo great chapters and a prologue in three days, meaning you write very fast, without loosing anyting. You also seem rather dedicated to this, unlike quite a few of fanfics I've read. That helps keep the fanfic going after a while.

The apocalyptic scene was much more (and much longer) than I expected, meaning more is to come. Keep up the good work, and don't turn this into a pile of crap. :D

Kind of ironic you'd use Bulbasaur - #1 - as the what is effectively the first Pokemon discovered in your fic.

16th November 2005, 1:13 PM
Three days? :S Wow, I must be dedicated...

You see, I've had a long history line of never getting a fic done, but with such a revolutionary idea of Pokemon coming to reality, that's changed everything, and now I'm working terribly hard to stay chained onto Exsisto. Thanks very much for the comments, because that just chains me to it even closer, which will help me to continue it. And yus, I purposefully placed you-know-who, #001, as the very first Pokemon to appear :D

This reminds me: I will be gone on Friday (Harry Potter, squeeee) through Sunday, though I'm going to try to keep up with my writing same goes for next weekend (harvest).

16th November 2005, 9:19 PM
Wow. O.o This is brilliant, Cheshire! :)
It's an original idea, and is written perfectly. I have no problems with it. I love your description, I could vizualise every moment of it. You have very believable characters, and I am loving this story so far. Keep up the good work! :)

16th November 2005, 9:23 PM
Creative, if I may say so. Here to return a favour, and tor emind you that not everyone here cares about himself only. Hmmm, the prologue was great, but a tad too short. I wanted to see more of that. Should have had more imagery with the spider scene, IMO.

As everybody has said, nice usage of latin, although I realise that there are subtle differences between your phrases and Latin. Perhaps a strain of Latin. Vulgar Latin? Hmmm I saw a few easter eggs fropped here and there, like they do in those computer games and all. Diabolical presents!

Hey, perhaps this deserves a nomination or something. Have not seen enoguh to decide what category it should be under, though.

16th November 2005, 9:27 PM
Very original! I like it very much!

Sike Saner
17th November 2005, 12:29 AM

Nice, tasty chapter there, with a very cool sense of creepiness. ^_^ Your description continues to blow me away...and I will say that that is easily the coolest entrance made by a Pokémon that I've seen in a while.

This is one of those instances where I would have to highlight the whole chapter to show just what it is I liked so darn much about it...that'd be a bit much. XD Yeah, so I'll just end by saying that the enjoyability of this story is climbing steadily. Boss work. ^_^

17th November 2005, 5:49 AM

Forgive me, I'm quite buzzed at the moment. << >>

That was superb description of the impact, particularly the rift. ^^ The idea of Pokemon and reality blending together has been done many times, but this is the most original take of it I've ever read. *nodnod*

17th November 2005, 5:55 AM

Brilliant....brilliant. Poor Satoshi. I'm glad he gets a bit of happiness now. You made that chap so sad. BUT THEN, IN CAME THE FLYING BULBASAUR OF GREATNESS!

Priceless. xP

Dun think there was any typos, so that's it. Other than the fact those poo heads that wanna tear down Satoshi's pride and joy and his teacher's SHOULD GO TO HELL. o-o;;; ;-;

*hugs hugs* Luff to you. And Ignore Scrap. She's high. xP HIGH ON LIFE!

17th November 2005, 6:04 AM
EDIT: Reposted an earlier post I made speeching to earlier reviewers, and I want to add Saber and Scrap on hee-ore.

;-; I owe people big time for reviews.

Really, I do feel so great that you all reviewed ^_^

katiekitten: Thank you very much for your review, and always know I am open to review your own fic. I always try to make the characters believable, because naturally, Mary-sues and Gary-stus live in a dream-happy world where no bad things can harm them. Disgusting.

mindripper: Heh, being selfish is something I'm trying to work on. After all, I need to keep open-minded about other people and their works, and to even get into a different story myself. Yus, the Prologue was particularly short, mainly because something rather funny (not as in "haha") happens that will bring this prologue back to our viewer's eyes. I have to agree with you on the scene with the hole; I should describe the buildings, settings, and surroundings more completely. That, and the Latin XD I took Latin lessons quite a long time ago, and so I barely remember the Dative, Genitive, etc. forms of words and their "genders," but if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them, because we all know what a great poet you are ^_^ And yus, very early to think about nomination :S Though I do hope someone will nominate me later, because I would so love to win at least one award for my hard work :3

clammyshazam!: Glad you like it ^_^ I'll be writing tonight, and hopefully have the next epic complete by tomorrow. By then, things from Chapter II will be touched up on as mentioned in my message to mindripper. Also, I ask that if you are going to post, make your comment at least a line long, according to the rules, because you just can't comment and not explain why you feel that way.

Sike Saner: Thanks yaz much, Sike ^_^ I'm proud I've got this far...not that Chapter II is like the longest I've ever done, but it's the length of it all and the plot that encourages me to keep working at it.

Scrap: Whatever you've got, I want 1/4 of it O_O; Actually, lol, my mom let me have a glass of some fantastic red wine earlier because we've finally found a house we can settle in. I think me's good O.o OMFG HERE COMES A POLIWAG! Rainin' from teh sky!! *SPLATS on random driver's windshield*

Saber: Apparently, everyone's getting kicks from the Pokemon that was fired out of a hole in the sky XD *hugs* Boo-frickedy-hoo for people who don't know that the cweatures are coming to get dem :3

*hugs the readers* I just want to be a kick-arse author like the other tons on SPPf, and it only happens because of you all and your will to read this.

18th November 2005, 3:13 AM
One word: eek
This is a very good fic, and I just love the idea of a Bulbasaur falling out of the sky. ^.^ The whole story is original, and with a perfect blend of reality and fantasy, in my opinion!

Saffire Persian
18th November 2005, 4:06 AM

And thus I am put to shame. Wonderful story, which I read the Prologue of when you first posted it. But now, as I read further, I am quite literally blown away by the amount of effort you've obviously put into this. Though i had heard about this idea ruminating in your mind from a few posts and such, I definitely was not expecting this .

Of course, I found myself pleasantly surprised. It was pure genius to use the guy who started it all - and Ken Sugimori, too. I also loved the family dynamics you've put into the story, making all the characters thus far seem real and life-like. You definitely have a talent here. You must have done a lot of research.

I also like the latin words you're using througout the fic - I love it when authors use a certain theme to name their chapters. Plus, I'm a fan of Latin ever since Final Fantasy VII's theme came about. One Winged Angel if you haven't heard of it.

XD.. You could almost call Bulbasaur an Angel - falling out of the sky and all that. Poor thing - but still, it can't get any cooler than that. Kudos to you. I now only await for Meowth to arrive. >.> Or Persian for that matter...

I'm intrigued on how you're going to go about writing this... and I can only wonder what plots are mulling about... and I look forward to it.

Best of luck, I'll definitely be tuning in.

18th November 2005, 4:47 AM
QUESTIOOOOOOOON! *shoots hand in air* Will Satoshi get a Poliwhirl? Because that was the real-life Satoshi's favorite Pokemon.

18th November 2005, 6:29 AM
Nirarekdan: Thank you for the comments ^.^ Reality/Fantasy have to be blended, like I said earlier, otherwise you'd have a perfect world where fairies dance and play with Pokemon, and Trainers receive legendaries for their birthdays and EVERYONE in the region wins the Pokemon League, while the Elite Four loses and remains completely happy for ALL eternity ^_^

Saffire Persian: That, my friend, is flattery right there ^.^ Not saying it's bad, but heh, I think you have a better hand at writing than I do. Personally, I love your description, along with your metaphors/similes. Mine's squat compared to yours, and that was just your Prologue ;-; I hear purring in your future. Anyhoo, thank you for the flattery--I mean, comments :D

Scrap: YOU! GIRL! Yes, with the poignant face! What? That's a stupid question! Now, class, let's turn to Scrap; what is it, m'dear? Will Satoshi get a Poliwhirl because that was the real-life Satoshi's favorite Pokemon? Well, fortunately for you, I have a semi-barbaric answer: Possibly (this Poliwhirl idea went through a lot of thought, and I'm considering it, though I'm not quite sure at this point). Muha. That, and the cheese in my freezer would suddenly die by lack of oxygen. You'll just have to wait and see, m'dear...

NOTE: I find the spoiler tags look rather tacky in posts :S Just a note...noticed it...not implying anything, but they're weirder than I thought they were...

22nd November 2005, 7:53 AM
Wow...after less than a week of prepping, I finally have Chapter III complete, along with a complete plotline for me to work with on Exsisto. Note: THIS CHAPTER IS TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY LONG. So long, the other 2,000 words in it must be posted in a second post :S Read at your own risk, or you may have to continue it in intervals :S It's beyond editable now to divide into a separate chapters, so I'm afraid we'llz has to deal with it much so... There is also partial nudity in this, though nothing is mentioned (meh, 'tis a PG shower scene). Yus. j00 have been warned!

Chapter III: Fuga Verto
Profanity: Mild
Adult Language: None
Violence: Yes
Blood/Gore: Little

Satoshi stared at the small dinosaur in disbelief. It just laid there, the bulb on its back soaking in the rain, and all at once, as though it had been suspended the entire time the creature was trying to pull him into the pond, the lightning blared and the thunder rumbled over the city. As the storm continued to thrash, Satoshi leaned closer to the little creature. He realized that it was not trying to kill him; it was merely trying to save itself from drowning. It had launched the vines from its body, he had guessed, and latched onto anything to pull it from the water. The boy rubbed his wet chest against the mud and wet soil, closer examining the creature’s body. He looked at its sides, but alas, there was no sign that the vines had come from its body. But then…how could vines sprout from it?

The boy pushed his self against the earth, more thundering coming from the heavens as the hole continued to fire streams of blackened fire across the country. He managed to rise to his knees, and still, there was no reaction from the little green creature as its eyelids remained closed in solitude. Satoshi looked at it for a moment…then he looked to the sky. Something ominous about it made him shiver, and he returned to staring at the beast. Slowly, shaking, the boy reached his hand to the creature. It had something about it…as his fingers drew nearer to its skin, he could feel a sort of presence floating about it. Was it perhaps its life force? Of course, he did not know the answer to this question. In just a few seconds, something unbelievable had happened. In this short period of time, he had realized something more about his life, and that was…to find the answer to why he belonged here.

It was so enigmatic, yet so familiar as the creature pulsated faint, struggled breaths on his hand as it approached closely to its skin. Then, Satoshi reached out at once, and touched the damp hide of the creature. The beast flinched slightly, sending a small jolt of fear into Satoshi’s mind. He was about to pull away, when he watched the beast. It was not going to harm him…it…was afraid of him. Its eyes flit weakly, as though it were frightened itself. Still, even at the blurred sight of the human touching its body, it did not reject him, nor try to attack him. Satoshi was completely amazed and bewitched by it, eyeing its plant-like appearance, and sucking in the cold air that flowed from the weather. Hypothermia, a cold, or any sort of illness due to his low body temperature no longer mattered to him.

The boy lifted both of his arms, and with a very large amount of hesitance, wrapped them around the stout lizard’s body. It grunted in response, as Satoshi heaved it out of the water, lifting it into the air, and pulling it toward his own body. Its skin was wet, but as smooth as porcelain as the boy cradled it. Its face looked up into his brown eyes, weak and strained irises of the brightest red looking upon something new to it, and the boy stared at it in the same way. They both knew that the other would not try to hurt them, and that they could trust each other. For the smallest moment, Satoshi watched the creature as it opened its mouth slightly, then collapsed limply into his arms, its eyes shutting quickly. Satoshi became scared for it for a second, but when he placed his hand under the creature’s body, he felt a tiny heartbeat deep within its ribcage.

There was no doubt on his mind. Satoshi took a final glance over Machida on the hill where the pond lied and the trees in Samukai had been torn from the ground. He looked to the swirling hole slinging the web-like shots across the sky, and began to watch buildings, houses, and streets being evacuated onto by thousands of people, screaming, crying out in fright and horror. A thought occurred to him: the shots had launched this creature into the pond, from that great fissure in the sky. The hole must have been a wormhole of sorts…that led to another world? But then…what caused the hole to appear suddenly? These inquiries ran through his mind, but then, he looked back down upon the city, and saw the countless numbers of citizens fleeing to escape, when it hit him. He had to get home.

In an instant, the boy flipped his knees back onto his legs, and running with bewildering speed, flew through the forest, flinging dirt and soil into the air. Pounding his feet without stopping, he clutched the creature tightly in his arms, looming his eyes down to his heaving and panting chest, making sure it was still all right. After five minutes, he started to see less and less of the mangled trees, many torn up from the ground already, and only the ancient plants surviving with their heavily anchored roots. He kept running without stop, his jogging figure slipping between the scraps and debris of what was left of the forest, his legs aching and groaning with pain. He did not stop. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as it enabled his heart to beat faster, and breathe swiftly. The creature bobbed up and down in his arms, heaving from side to side as the pelting rain was beginning to die down a bit.

Suddenly, Satoshi felt something smack against his right foot, and without the power to stop it, soared into the air as he tripped, and landed, skidding across the wet ground furiously, though it was not so bad as a sidewalk. He did grind his bruised eye into the mud, and the creature in his arms remained still, but he did not have time to waft about on the forest floor. He began to rise to his feet, when something behind him released a strange growl. The boy whipped around, not thinking to start running again, and turned to face another beast.

It was about to his shoulder’s height, its fur smoothed in a pale goldenrod color. It had three toes on each of its limbs, though it stood on its hind legs, its forelegs serving more purposefully as hands; a mane of white hair grizzled around its invisible neck. Its head was something of that the boy had never seen: a round, sharp face with dull, but foreboding eyes that slipped on top of a beak-like nose. Satoshi could not see its mouth, for it must have been shadowed by the creature’s nose, but the boy soon realized that he had tripped on this beast. It was rising to its feet, small embers of black flame dripping from its elbows onto the ground, hissing with each drop. The creature just stood there for a moment as Satoshi and the grass-like dinosaur stared in check at it, the cold air grooming their hair in all sorts of directions. Then, it began walking slowly toward Satoshi, as its left hand reached from behind its back, pulling out a pendant of some sort…hanging by a small thread that wound around the creature’s finger, as it swayed back and forth.

“Heep…no…” the creature whispered, speaking at each time the pendulum swayed. “Heep…no…heep…no…heep…no…”

Satoshi gazed at the pendant, and was locked in a magical trance. The creature began walking closer to the human boy, and Satoshi remained frozen, staring at its hypnotic yo-yo as it flew back…and forth…and back…and forth. The boy’s mind was emptied completely of what was happening, and why he was standing there. He held the small lizard in his hands almost subconsciously now, as the creature was nearly three feet away from him, scraping its feet against the leafy floor, its medium-pointed ears moving in the breeze. But before the creature could get any closer to Satoshi, the trance shattered as his eyes drifted to a sudden movement behind the yellow monster. The boy nearly fell backwards as he came out of the daze, frightened and unaware of his surroundings for a moment. He stared at the other creature with shock, his mouth agape as it growled under its breath. Then, he saw other shapes moving behind it.

One, he noticed right away, was the fiercest thing the boy had ever seen. It looked like a sort of insect, but a hundred times its original size as it walked on its hind legs as well, short and hoof-like as they extruded from its sienna body encasing. The shell of the creature run all the way up to the figure’s chest, rippled with strong armor points in the abdomen area, but it was not this Satoshi’s focus was pressed on. Its head, most likely the dominant part, was oval-shaped, with raging eyes that poured on top of a crooked mouth flipped sideways so the razor-sharp teeth of the insect clamped together stridently. Upon its temples were two nail-tinted horns with natural barbs jutting out of each, and it carried its thin arms and claws forward behind the first creature, snapping its horns together like a deadly clamp, and clicking its joints.

Satoshi’s first instinct was to run, so in a flash, the boy invested all of his strength into his legs, and jumped forward toward the entrance of the forest, and ran…ran for his life. He knew it would be difficult for the creatures to follow him so quickly. He had seen the stubby legs of the insect, and surely, the yellow creature could not catch him due to its shortness. However, the boy did not have time to debate on any subject, and plowed through the woods with the bulb monster in his arms, darting out onto the paved street he had been on once before and where he was once again bathed in the moonlight. Satoshi even ran past the flashlight and briefcase kit he had had earlier, but now, nothing mattered to him, except finding his family.

As he rushed onto the street, he noticed that the moon was not alone this time. Windows, doors, and every foyer in every home on the block was wrenched open, spilling out lights from inside rooms, and shadows of discouraged and shouting people basked in the radiance. Dozens of families came screaming and shouting out of their homes, flying into their vehicles, or running down the street to a different destination. Satoshi flipped his head skyward, and spotted the great rift in the sky, still showering the country with strands of black. The boy ran through the mass crowds of people panicking, searching for his own home. Quickly, he ran down the sidewalk, and even cutting into beautifully trimmed lawns just to get past the lines of people running from the scene. Finally, he came to the drive way that ended at the garage on the side of his home.

Without haste, careful not to reveal the creature to the people, Satoshi heaved the small body and himself up the drive way, and onto the front steps, where he burst through the door and ran inside. Upon coming inside, the boy was met by the smells of smoldering smoke. He turned into the kitchen, and saw that the oven had burst into flames, the fire’s reflection dancing in the wet skin of the creature in his arms. Tattered pictures, flowers, and house plants were scattered all across the floors, including several pairs of socks, clothing, and plastic bags.

“Mom! Dad…! Shang?” Satoshi cried out into the halls. “IS ANYONE HERE?”

A sudden feeling of depression swept over Satoshi, and he was about to scream out in agony when he heard the creature stirring in his arms. The boy looked down at his small discovery, but instead, was met with its unconscious face. Satoshi wondered to himself, until his thoughts were broken by noticing the pale, white light of the television in the living room casting its faint glare in the house. Satoshi sped into the room, and was met immediately by the news channel, Tokyo5. A reporter with broad shoulders and a flat nose stared back at him, beads of sweat rolling down his cheek. Apparently, he was continuing a commentary he had been reading before Satoshi entered the room.

“…report from the council, Prime Minister Koizumi has proposed dramatic action. Emperor Akihito has been seized and flown away from the country, to a safer location, possibly the United Nations headquarters, where a meeting between the nations is occurring. We go live to Lorel Kawasaki in the heart of Tokyo.”

A woman appeared on the screen, her black hair pressed about her head in a professional style, though some were out of place due to stress or fear. Her eyes were wide open, and it looked as though she were about to burst into tears at any second, though she continued to report for the network. In the background, the wails and screams of thousands of people echoed in the camera microphone, nearly drowning out all of the words that she spoke, wearing her tight velvet business suit. The people ran and shouted, straggling through the overwhelming traffic among the skyscrapers, towers, bill boards, and announcement screens.

“Here I have the Tokyo5 camera crew with me, isolated in a protected location by a small security force personally provided to bring you the latest on this earth-shattering story. According to countless eyewitnesses and our own proof of record, a portal of some sort, though going under research and speculated to be otherwise, was released earlier this evening with oncoming rage of the tropical storm from the Philippines in the sky, and is said to be ‘raining’ extraterrestrial creatures.”

The woman turned nervously to an old man with shriveled eyes and a white beard standing next to her, who was draped in rugged cloths of filth. She shoved a microphone under his chin, and he grabbed it furiously, as she said, “We have eyewitness accountant Junichi Leung, a homeless and unemployed—”

“WHO GIVES A DAMN RIGHT NOW?” the old man barked at her, startling her a bit. “It does not matter what ethnicity, religion, marital status, or wealth level you are. This is affecting us all.”

The man beckoned for the crew to turn the camera toward his own face, shoving reporter Lorel Kawasaki out of view. Satoshi stared in disbelief at the screen, seeing the hundreds of people flooding the streets in chaos behind Junichi Leung, the small creature in his arms beginning to breathe more adequately than it had been in the woods. The elderly man swooned back and forth with nausea, but he returned to the screen, clutching the microphone and speaking directly to the camera.

“The hole in the sky is sending these creatures down to our ground,” he said, licking his lips bitterly. “I have the right, in my opinion, to believe that the hole is a gateway that is releasing them from another realm, in different sizes, shapes, colors, and likenesses. One flew down from the sky into the alley where I was staying for the night, and landed on the top of a dumpster. It was terrifying to see the dog-like silhouette of it in the moonlight, and I ran with all my might from it, not daring to go near it.

“I did not escape it before it cornered me into an alley, but I was willing to put up a fight. So with all that these bag of bones still had, I had a massive brawl with it, and—”

“—Mr. Leung! We do not have time to hear your egotistical rants!”

“Excuse me,” the old man corrected at the annoyed tone of the female reporter. “I did finally knock it out with a metal pipe lying in another alley, but not before it…released a roar of fury, and blew fire at my arm.”

The man lifted his arm in front of the camera, and Satoshi winced at the sight of the blackened and red tissue in the old man’s gangly arm, but not before a moment when the old man tossed it to his side, getting ready to blubber.

“They’re all different…” he muttered, his voice trembling. “They can’t be aliens…they’re not the same…they have…unique advantages…unbelievable pow—”

“—Unfortunately, we do not have enough time to bring you the rest of this report,” Lorel cut through. “What we can tell you as far as this creature mess goes, they are completely unpredictable, and as mentioned are all different, though they resemble some of our own earthly animals. It is being debated of the source of these creatures, but for now, the controversy lies on as millions of people scurry to find ferries, ships, and planes for a ticket out of this hectic disaster. The beasts are scouring the city of Tokyo and all across the country, though China recently informed us that they spotted similar creatures lying on their coastal waters. We will broadcast emergency procedures from the official government in a few minutes, but for now, we go back to Takato Shisu in the Tokyo5 studios.”

By this time, Satoshi’s eyes were welled up, but unable to spill tears he so desperately wished to cry. The creature in his arms breathed softly with an inaudible wheeze, and the flames in the kitchen began to engulf further into the house. He was not sure if this creature would harm him the way one had harmed the old man, but he did know one thing was certain: his family was gone. Slinking past the roaring and spitting flames, he flung himself out of the door, moaning in terror with the weight of the beast beginning to come down on him. Several people began trailing through his own yard, but at this point, the boy did not care. He took his shirt, although wet, and blanketed the stomach of it over the creature, so to veil it slightly from the public’s view, though he knew not one person would look at him because they were so desperate on leaving.

Just as desperate as his family had been.

Satoshi strutted over to the garage door, and upon opening it without the lock preventing him passage, he walked in to see an empty space where their sports utility vehicle had been, gone. The vehicle was gone…his family was gone…they had left without him to God only knows where. Satoshi twisted back outside of the garage, slamming the door with fury. He looked down to the lump in his shirt beginning to squirm slightly. He needed to find a place…he needed to go somewhere away from all these people…but where? Suddenly, Ken Sugimori’s face appeared in his mind, and without doubt, Satoshi stabbed the inevitable truth of his family’s absence, and rushed into the bustling crowds of people.

Right now, the amount of suffering in his emptied heart began to swell mightily as he wandered through the thicket of people, but the boy knew he could do nothing. They had left without him…they had not cared for him to the extent of leaving him behind in a living Hell without even telling him where they were going. He was that unimportant to them. As he squished by people and slipped between gaps where no one was standing to the end of the streets, he swallowed his heart bitterly, coming to the fact that if no one wanted him at all, he should not mourn their leave. If they did not care about him, he would not shed a tear for them.

It seemed nearly a half hour as Satoshi wound his way through large clusters of people trying to get away all at the same time. He noticed some people merely standing in the middle of the flood, others forced to move past them slowly, as they talked. As he passed one of the groups, he overheard bits of their conversation:

“…and what about the child?” a woman asked another man, who was wearing a bath robe.

“Nothing…I don’t know what happened…it just jumped and attacked, and I saw it happen…”

Satoshi was very displeased by all the terrible conversations going on, and hiding the creature under his shirt became quite difficult as the lines of people began to thicken. He could not risk letting them see it, for nobody knows what would happen if anything did. Later, the boy found himself walking along Pojo Street, which was precisely where his friend Ken Sugimori lived. Quickly darting his eyes for a shortcut, he spotted several empty yards that led across to the Sugimori home. However, he caught a terrible feeling that they may not be sticking around the home to watch this calamity go on, and they too were swarmed helplessly in the mass herds of people. The boy set foot on the grass, and running with the large lump in the stomach of his shirt, trotted across properties and sidewalks across to Ken’s house.

His father had retired early as he was once Japan’s national soccer team coach, and his mother worked as a surgical scrub with an RN degree at the Tokyo Hospital, setting them for a life fit for one desiring the greatest riches. Ken, however, was not affected by the wealth his parents had, and did not boast it in front of anyone, for he was a true and modest friend that did not go preppy like most rich, snobby kids did. In fact, sometimes he despised having all the power because it went to his parents’ heads. Satoshi found his way to the white house with the blue trim, two stories tall and particularly wide. He walked up onto the solid, oak porch that was vastly set in front of a door with an iron knocker and distorted glass ornament. Using one hand to keep the mass under his shirt and the other to grasp the knocker, Satoshi pounded the handle against the metal four times with loud bangs. Satoshi stood there for a while, grasping the creature under his shirt with difficulty, unaware of what it should do, in the middle of the night at his best friend’s door. A minute or so passed by, and by this time, the boy had given up, and he began to walk to the streets once again, when the door swung open.


Ken was standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of polka-dotted pajamas and a night cap, looking rather tired and sleepy. Satoshi turned to him, looking solemn and scared, but relieved to see someone who knew. Drenched in the wetness of the storm and the woods, smelling very much of bark and dirt, he shook his head slightly, and smiled at Ken weakly.

“Ken, may I come in?” he asked.

“Of course!” Ken exclaimed. “My parents are gone, but you can come in; I’m sure they wouldn’t mind… Hey, what happened to you? You look like you got in a fight with some trees…and what’s wrong with your stomach?”

“I’ll explain in just a second,” Satoshi said, walking into the house carefully, as Ken shut the door.

As Satoshi walked into the spacious living room that lifted far up to the ceiling, he threw his shoes off onto a mat by the door, though he was afraid to walk on the clean, white carpet.

“Where are your parents?” Satoshi asked him, struggling to keep the lizard against his chest.

“They’re gone,” Ken replied. “Right when news came of the hole, they told me to stay here and try to get some sleep, and that our security would keep me safe from those…things… They went off to the Church, to consult with other members about all this, though I’m not sure what they’re accomplishing by doing that. But look at you!”

Ken strode to his friend’s side, sizing him up, “You look like you got hurled in a lake and it spat you back up. I’ll have to let you get cleaned up, but what happened?” It was at this point Satoshi decided to reside his faith in his friend, so he recounted the events that had happened to him that led up to the arrival of the lizard creature from the sky. When he came to this part, Ken was already staring blankly at his large chest that moved. Satoshi knew now was the time, and so he reached his own arms up into his shirt, and pulled out the creature with the bulb on its back.

Ken jumped backward at the sight of it and screamed as its scarlet eyes were wide open, staring at the two boys from Satoshi’s arms. It released a small grunting noise as it wriggled and wraggled in the boy’s grip, struggling to get free. Satoshi held on tighter as Ken walked away from him. The little dinosaur-like creature gave a final cry of “Bulba!” and leapt out of Satoshi’s arms, landing on the carpet on all fours. Its green spots looked glazed in the dimmed lights above them, and it blinked several times, looking about the place as Ken had sat on the couch in the fetal position, watching it helplessly as it began sniffing the air with its slit nostrils.

“Wha-wha-what is that THING?” Ken cried out, speechless. Satoshi shook his head, but did not seem to be so worried about the creature than his friend, as it had displayed its docile nature before. “I don’t know…it was what that hole was shooting from the sky, but apparently, there’s more than just this type of little guy…”

The creature stood a moment, as though suspended in thought, then it turned its head to Ken, and it pounced up onto the couch beside the boy. Ken screamed rather girlishly as the creature merely smiled slightly, causing Satoshi to laugh. The creature crawled closer to Ken, giving him great grief and discomfort. Satoshi slipped off his wet socks and placed them on his shoes, and began walking toward the hallway to the washroom. He turned to Ken and said, “I’ll take a shower while you watch the…er…thing.” Ken opened his mouth in protest, but Satoshi had already gone off into the bathroom. Ken gulped, and stared down at the small, plant-like creature.

“Bulba!” it cried, smiling broadly at the boy. Ken stumbled backwards in his seat, screaming moronically, holding his chest as though his heart were going to burst from his ribcage. The creature moved closer to Ken, nearly touching him with its feet.

“What are you?” Ken shouted, trying to make himself intimidating, though he just made a fool of himself.

“Bulba-saur,” the creature said rather simply, its smile turning into a vacant expression. Suddenly, Ken had the feeling that the creature was being serious with him. It looked upon him in understanding, and watched the boy for a reaction. “Bu-bulbasaur?” Ken replied, stuttering. The creature nodded is wide head, when instantly, a voice…similar to that of a child’s with a hoarse throat came through to his mind.

<Yes. My name is Bulbasaur.>

Ken whipped his head in one direction, his eyes meeting a vase, and then twisted them in another direction, searching for the voice. Then, he heard it again:

<I was talking to you. I expect you should look at me if you want to speak to me.>

Ken then turned his face toward the little creature, and stared in bewilderment as it the lizard, Bulbasaur, had a rather annoyed expression on its face. Ken stared in disbelief, but began talking to it, vocally.

“Bulbasaur,” is addressed the creature, “h-how are you t-talking to me?”

<It is a power all of Us possess,> it said, the voice pounding in Ken’s mind. <It is the ability to talk to one another through the mind…for We do not all speak the same language. Are you one of Us?>

“I…you mean, like telekinesis?” Ken suggested. “And I don’t quite…know what you mean by ‘one of Us.’”

For a moment, Bulbasaur stared at the human, blinking several times, as though interpreting the boy’s language in its own mind. It shifted its body slightly, then said, <Telepathy, more like, but it is not psychic abilities we possess. You are hearing what I am telling you in your language, though I can hear myself speaking in the mind tongue of my native land. And by ‘Us,’ I mean We, the sentient creatures of the lands of forests, seas, mountains, deserts, volcanoes, and skies. Are you not one of us?>

For a moment, Ken seemed completely confused once more at the mysterious response from the creature, and scratched his chin. This was most spectacular, though a little scary to him, but talking to such an amazing creature with intelligence and thinking was so fascinating. Then, Ken remembered a news broadcast he had watched before he had gone to bed, about the great black hole in the sky sending strings of black fire that eventually ended in a creature. The creatures were being flown out of the sky, and surely, this is where Satoshi found Bulbasaur…but when did he find this Bulbasaur?

“But didn’t you…creatures come from the tear in the sky?” Ken asked. “What was that thing?”

Suddenly, Bulbasaur’s ruby eyes lit up like lamps, and it bobbed its head worriedly.

<I…can remember…> it said quietly, looking down at the weird sofa cushion beneath it. <I was…somewhere else…and something snatched me up like an arm…the others were snatched too, though I don’t remember them all…and I was burning. Burning…passing time and space…burning with the heat of combustion…and it spat me out, just like it must have with the others. And…the burning went away, and I couldn’t breathe…I tried to save myself…but I grabbed onto another creature. One that looked like you, but it was taller and paler than you. The one that moved away from our view…>

“You mean…Satoshi, the other boy that was just here a moment ago?” Ken asked it, motioning toward the bathroom.

<Boy…is that what all of You are called?>

“Oh no, my little green friend…You do know what a male and a female are, right?”

<I do…>

“Boy is just another name for young males of our species, and girls are names for young females in our species. Our older selves are known as men and women, respectively belonging to each gender.”

<Did you say, ‘man?’ I have heard such tales from the others, but never have I believed…you are what they call, a ‘human?’ A child? You can evolve just like us?>

“Whoa, slow down there, Bulbasaur. You’ve heard of us?”

<Yes, but it was said only to be a myth, for…we live in a different world. Still, I do not know why we are here together, but it is the hole that brought us here, and here we are now, in front of each other, seeing what the other believed to be not real.>

“Are you…aliens, then?”

<This name, I recognize. No, we are not beings from another solar system. We are creatures from another dimension.>

“How do you know all of this? Do you know what made that hole appear in our skies?”

<I think I would be telling you right now if I knew such a thing,> the Bulbasaur replied to the harshly interrogating questions. <I know, for I have only lived for a month, brought up by the Ancient Ones in our realm for a short period of time, with…my two brothers. The wise ones told us everything we would need to know, for we are the last of Our kind…>

“But you and your brothers can’t be the only ones left,” Ken said. “There are dozens of you all raining from the sky!”

<But my two brothers are not like the rest. I am not like the others that ‘rain’ from your sky. The three of us are a different breed of the Others, and that sets apart from the Others, for we are the only ones left that do not look like them and have a stronger potential. This is all the Elders told me, and nothing else.>

The Bulbasaur sank into the cushion with its body, tossing the bulb on its back forward onto its upper neck. Ken felt he had tired the poor creature by asking it torturing questions, and it apparently did not want to answer them. It closed its eyes blissfully, not falling asleep, but resting its eyelids and body from the hurt it had endured. Ken, certainly aware that Bulbasaur was perfectly safe, began petting the little creature’s glossy skin, stroking it greatly like a pet lizard.

Satoshi was still in the shower, just getting to washing after several minutes of struggling with the tight, wet clothes that stuck to his body from all the rain and sweat, tearing them off of his body. He laid the clothes at the foot of the toilet, and stepped into the shower with his wet, dirty skin tossing sediments onto the non-slip floor. The boy shut the curtains quickly, and turned the hot water on. Strange, a shower or a bath can be…rendering stressful thoughts and worries invisible with the steaming water running from the shower head, dripping him from head to toe with warmth that he had missed for quite a few hours. With a large sponge sitting in the corner of the tub, he rubbed soap against, and used the sponge to scrub every inch of his legs, arms, back, and chest from the filth that had magnetized to his pores. Brown water spilled into the drain at his feet as he became clean once again, and a few times Satoshi winced in sharp pain as he scrubbed small cuts and scrapes from all the rough-tough moments he had all in one day.

Satoshi then poured a tiny handful of shampoo into his hair, not even bothering with conditioner as the fragrant substance oozed into his scalp and onto his forehead, rolling down his fine cheeks only to be wiped away by the water. He closed his eyes tightly against the soap, and sprayed his entire head in the hot stream. He was feeling much better than he had been several minutes ago, completely dirty, lost, angry, and saddened to the point of being suicidal. But now, everything was all right with the shower, and his threats escaped into the steam that rose from above the curtains…

Abruptly, a knock came from the bathroom door, and Ken’s voice rang out, “Satoshi! We’ve got clothes for you.” The other boy immediately turned the faucet off, and the water stopped, only dripping the rest that remained in the pipes. He stepped out of the tub, seeing his own skin releasing a steam from his slightly red skin. Satoshi grabbed a towel hanging on the hanger on the door and wrapped it around his waist tenderly, when he thought to himself, “What does he mean by ‘we?’”

Satoshi turned the knob, and standing there in the hall was Ken smirking slightly as he looked downwards at Bulbasaur, who was squatting on the carpet, two whip-like vines shooting out of the bud of the bulb on its back, holding a pair of loose casual pants and a casual shirt all folded neatly in the vines’ reach. The creature was smiling brightly with its two tiny, sharp incisors, and Satoshi was utterly amazed by all of it. He looked to Ken.

“It can do that?” he asked. Ken did not answer him, and instead, the creature below responded with, <I can do many things.>


For two hours, the boys and Bulbasaur sat on the couch in the living room, ignoring the great riots of people stampeding outside, and talked. Satoshi was rather embarrassed because he had not been provided any underwear for his clothes, but he knew it would just be even more embarrassing and stupid to ask for some. Bulbasaur began to explain to them, or rather relay what it had said to Ken earlier to Satoshi, and they began swapping in discussions about what was going on.

<You were the human who saved me!> Bulbasaur cried out like a child in its mind, jumping into Satoshi’s arms for the boy to hold him warmly. Satoshi began to take a liking for the little creature, and they began telling each other what had happened. Ken just listened and watched them exchanging bit after bit of what had happened, from the running away from the creatures known as “Hypno” and “Pinsir,” to Satoshi shoving Bulbasaur under his shirt, to the point where Satoshi had found out that his parents had left him all alone in Machida. Ken was surprised at this revelation, and he gasped when he heard such horrid news.

“So that’s why you’re here then, Satoshi?” Ken asked, “Because your family actually left you?”

“That’s pretty much it…”

<You were lucky enough,> Bulbasaur thought out loud. <I never even knew my parents…I don’t even know if I was conceived by another creature at all…>

The boys found that Bulbasaur’s lack of knowledge of its own origin was upsetting and heart-breaking, for this creature had showed them in such little time what it was capable of, and how worth living it really was. But Satoshi was glad he had something to care about now. Ever since he had saved Bulbasaur from the pond, it just seemed he now had a responsibility to watch over the creature, though with all of the threats of these creatures being violently killed, he did not know how he would manage it without being murdered himself. At this point, he did not even know what was going to happen; his parents were gone, and he no longer had a home to go back to. Certainly, he could not go live with the Sugimori family, for they would never allow such a lower piece of meat such as himself into their fancy home.

For a moment, they all just sat there quietly, not uttering or thinking of one word. The next, they heard a pounding against their door. Ken got up swiftly, slightly ecstatic to see if it was his parents coming home at last. Satoshi with Bulbasaur in his arms watched Ken stride over to the door, peering through the seeing-hole, and open the door to a man standing in the doorway. He wore a thick, black coat that draped all the way to his ankles, with broad shoulders, whether from the coat no one could tell, and wore a bowler’s cap over his forehead, sunglasses gleaming in the light of the house as he frowned solemnly.

“Hello, child. Are your parents home?” he asked politely, looking into Ken’s eyes.

“No, sir, they went downtown for an urgent meeting,” Ken replied, stepping away from man as his personal space was violated slightly. The man peered past the doorway into the living room, and immediately spotted Satoshi sitting with Bulbasaur in his arms. They now just realized it was completely foolish to leave the creature sitting out like that, but the man did not seem afraid of it. The man uttered an, “oh dear,” before turning to Ken once again.

“If you two would come with me, please, I’ll take you wherever your parents are at, because I’m quite sure that in the current state of events, they would not want you to stay here. I also have some questions to ask you on the way, as I see you yourselves”—he turned to Satoshi—“are in custody of one of the said creatures. I’ve been going around alerting the others. Another onslaught of these violent beasts is coming just down the lane, and we need to make haste.”

The man flew out of the doorway and into a black Mercedes-Benz parked on the curb, slamming the door shut as he turned the ignition and waited patiently for the boys. Satoshi and Ken did not even get the chance to have their word in anything at all, and Bulbasaur was completely befuddled. However, they did know that they did not want to face such frightening creatures face-to-face, just as Satoshi had. Satoshi lifted Bulbasaur from the couch and into his arms, pushing the bulb against his chest as he and Ken shut off all the lights in the home, grabbing a spare set of keys, and walking out into the frosty night-morning. The man snapped his fingers at them unnervingly and nervously as they walked closer to the car. Satoshi and Ken opened up the door closest to the sidewalk, and hopped into the seats of the car, strapping their seat belts on as the driver pushed the gas pedal to the speed limit.

“Who are you sir?” Satoshi asked the driver, who was driving in the seat in front of the boy.

“I am a special task force manager for the city of Tokyo, trained to handle situations of this magnitude, though I’m concerned that I’ll need more training for this…”

“Do you need the address of the church, sir?” Ken asked politely. “I don’t think you’ve been there before…”

“Enough of what you want,” the driver suddenly growled, turning in his seat to look at the two boys in the backseat with the creature. “GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!”

In a jerking movement, the driver slashed the steering wheel to one side, spinning the tires of the car in the direction of a series of homes. The boys screamed as the man chuckled malevolently and violently swerved back onto the road again.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Satoshi yelled, Bulbasaur becoming rather tense in his arms.

“Give me the CRETIN!” the driver cried out, churning the car into another absurd direction, smashing the kids against the window, nearly cracking their skulls open on impact. Bulbasaur growled angrily under its breath, but was being flung from side to side as the man began twisting in turning in every direction, nearly killing himself and all the passengers in the car just to get what he wanted. The boys shouted in cries of pain, struggling to find a way out of their situation. With quick thinking Satoshi attempted to glance out of the windows every time he smacked against either one, when he peered out through the glass and saw a long yard of grass outside an institution building. It was risky, but he yelled to Ken, “When…HE! Hits the curb…on three! One…” BAM. “Two…” SMACK. “THREE!”

At the moment the driver swerved to the right of the lane close enough to the curb, Satoshi smashed his arms against the door as he shouldered it, gripping the handle of it tightly as it swung open to the rushing air of the chase. Without waiting to see what happened, Satoshi grabbed Bulbasaur in one hand and Ken in the other and leapt from the car, flying just above the curb onto the grass. They smacked their feet against the ground, causing their knees to buckle in anguish onto the grass. They lifted their heads to the Mercedes as it sped out of control into traffic, and slammed into another vehicle, rear-ending it and sounding off an alarm. No matter what pain they had in the legs, the boys lifted themselves up with Bulbasaur and ran away from their landing zone and out of sight in case the driver had survived and was going to chase them.

The boys ran past many trees along the rows of grass that led to the institution building, when they realized it was their school. They ran toward it without thinking, not daring to see the aftermath of the car accident that had just happened. Suddenly, a moth the size of a gargantuan dog soared across their heads, making them shriek in fright at the sight of such a large insect. It began swooping up and down quickly, and they could not catch a glimpse of it until its feelers scraped across the top of their heads, which made them run even faster. They kept going until their feet could take it no longer, coming to a corner of the building that led into a concrete parking lot. Satoshi and Ken panted and groaned with ache and throb, unable to move any further. They were just about to walk out from the side of the building when a blood-curdling scream of a woman screeched behind them.

They turned sharply around just in time to spot one of the creatures dart behind a small pick-up truck, attempting to corner the woman who was sidling around the vehicle with it: Mrs. Matsura. She screamed every time it got closer, and she continued in this torturous game of cat and mouse. When she passed to the other side of the car, she yelled out to them at the sight of the whites in their eyes, “Boys! Help me, oh, oh, h-help me! This thing is going to KILL me! HELP, OH HELP, PLEASE!”

“HOLD ON, MRS. MATSURA!” they both yelled, hurtling toward the truck.

The next time the old woman flew from the side of the vehicle, they caught glimpse of the creature causing her misery and grief. It was an insect-like beast with slender body parts jointed underneath a sleek, green skin that covered its entire body; its head was fierce and jagged, its teeth razor-sharp with the ability to bite through steel. Its eyes furrowed and it cackled at the mischievous task at torturing Mrs. Matsura as it chased her around the vehicle, slicing through the air with what should have been arms, but instead, were bony, cartilage blades that jutted from its skeletal structure. The boys now were more afraid than ever to do anything to save her, but it was not they that were to think. Bulbasaur jumped from Satoshi’s arms and landed on the ground of the cold pavement, shifting its feet into a combat stance. The other creature with the blades for arms saw the opposition it made, and smiled with a rattling breath as it swung thin wings from behind its back and began whirring them madly.

Bulbasaur lowered its body carefully as the deadly creature scampered toward it, its eyes narrowing in utter disgust and hatred for this other beast. It was as though it could sense the demonic evil within the other creature, and a sudden will to stop it overpowered Bulbasaur to become enraged. The squat little lizard strained the muscles in its hind legs, and with a great push, hurled itself into the air at its foe. As it flew through the air, the sharp-precise caution of the other creature was clearly present in its appearance and strength, and at the moment Bulbasaur had jumped, it tossed its blade behind it to gain momentum, and sheared it through the air directly at Bulbasaur. The scythe slashed fiercely at the squat dinosaur’s face, and with a striking pierce, flung the smaller creature backwards onto its side, having sliced the skin on its forehead, leaving behind a scissor-like strip of blood where the wound became prickly. Bulbasaur closed its eyes with ebb, seeming to have given up.

Satoshi and Ken moaned quietly as the small creature just lied there, moaning to themselves quietly as the merciless creature stomped its clawed feet toward them. Much to their surprise, the beast was instantly caught by astonishment when two vines slipped from the other creature’s bulb, and fastened onto its foe tightly around its neck, constricting it deeply. The boys and Mrs. Matsura watched as the Bulbasaur twitched and fidgeted as it poured every drop of vigor it had left into the brawl in its vines, snapping harshly into the insect’s throat. The creature croaked and screeched wildly, writhing in grip of Bulbasaur’s vine. With one last tug, Bulbasaur sent a quick slap against the two vines, and the wave carried to the end of its tentacles, whipping at the creature. With a deafening cry, it fell awkwardly to its knees, and fell flat on its face. Bulbasaur’s vines dropped faintly as well, and receded back into the deposits of its bulb, where they remained until another serious occasion would arise.

Satoshi ran to the small creature’s side, picking it up in his arms, and wiping the bleeding cut onto the shirt Ken had lent him. They tossed a quick glance at the other beast as it lied there on the ground, motionless with reddened marks of suffocation bruised on its arteries. They knew it was still alive, but they did not want to wait to find out if it woke up. Mrs. Matsura began heaving gasps of relief to herself, as though she had not breathed in many years. She came over to the boys, wearing her nightgown and a pair of boots. She was not wearing her glasses this time, but she still looked so calmed from the recent occurrence. The teacher swung her arms around the two boys and the creature, hugging them tightly, groaning a tad, and whimpering, “thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Suddenly, her eyes fell to Bulbasaur, and she instantly jumped backwards, eyeing them oddly. Satoshi went up to her, and reassured her that it would not harm her, and that it had saved her very life from being in danger. After all, it had been her Godsend, not them. She nodded, shivering slightly as she coiled her arms around her body.

“Mrs. Matsura, did you see my parents?” Ken asked her as they moved over to her pick-up, getting in without even bothering to ask. Mrs. Matsura nodded her head sadly.

“Yes…they were on their way to church when they stopped by to see me for a moment here at the school, to tell me about their meeting. However, before they got to finish what they were telling me, a swarm of the creatures came and scared them off,” she said, her voice crackly and rusted.

“They’re…still alive, aren’t they?” Ken asked.

“Of course, child, of course they are. Certainly, those things gave them quite a run, but I know they made it to the church. That was when the”—she looked out of the window at the lifeless body of the insect hybrid—“attacked me. It wouldn’t stop teasing me, as though my death were its game…and how did you come to make friends with this other monstrosity, Satoshi-san?” she growled, looking at the unconscious Bulbasaur in his lap. “Where did you—?”

“Er, no time to panic guys, but,” Ken interrupted, pointing in the rear view mirror, “the swarm you were talking about is coming back.”

And indeed, with these ugly words of warning, they had the courage to look behind them in the mirror to see a gargantuan stream of hornet-like bees that had been enormously-enlarged with stingers and arms feelers tipped on the ends with drill-like spikes. Their eyes were patched in a red haze, as was the unison buzzing noise they emitted. Mrs. Matsura flung her hand to the key in the ignition. She pressed the gas and punched in the clutch, fired the key into the slot, and revved up a storm right before the tires beneath the truck squealed with burning rubber and peeled out of the parking lot in the opposite direction of which the insects came.

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22nd November 2005, 7:56 AM
Chapter III: Fuga Verto (CONTINUED)

Satoshi and Ken were nearly clinging to each other in pure fright with Bulbasaur between them as Mrs. Matsura, for the first time in seeing her, drive like a crazed mad-women drunken off of the most potent gin in the world. Her eyes were livid with a veined stare as she blared her headlights and horn, slamming her foot into the gas pedal as the poor pick-up ran for its life. The wind from the open windows shot in cold slabs of air at everyone’s faces, though their mad teacher attempted to keep her own eyes wide open on the road as they began swerving and tearing through traffic like there was no tomorrow. The boys were terrified to the bone at her insane driving, but they knew it was the only way to escape the hornets.

Then, they heard a soft buzzing noise flowering behind the truck with dark malice. It began to grow louder, and when it did, Satoshi hesitated not in rolling the window up properly. Surely…they could not get through glass…right? No one looked back, but the horde of the bee-like creatures began to grow and engorge into a wild pack of furious monsters of chaos pursuing their antagonists. Mrs. Matsura flipped, turned, swanked, twisted, and flew past every car that stood in their way, going faster than the creator of the vehicle had intended it to go, and swinging past red lights that flashed, congesting the traffic worse to a point where soon, they were being blocked in as the cars dove into the heart of Tokyo.

Still sitting in the clouds above their heads was the humongous rift where all the creatures were flying in, one by one into the human world, plunging to terrorize the planet and cause destruction and havoc. The hornets still followed them undyingly, and Mrs. Matsura apparently had enough. In her senility, she yawned to herself, then, she thrust the stick shifter into fourth gear, and hammering extremely close to the iron of the car in front of them, levitated up and onto the sidewalk. Satoshi and Ken cringed in shock and regret as they tore down the sidewalk illegally, watching helpless pedestrians leap into the non-moving traffic just to get out of the mad woman’s way. She was so determined and more prevailing than ever, they could not believe how powerful her will to outrun the creatures became.

In nearly five minutes, just as the sun was beginning to rise over midst of the tainted heavens of the East, Mrs. Matsura had swung past buildings and lines of interchanges where people waited impatiently to get away from the area. They made it to the center of Tokyo, and to an accessible plot to the Japanese airport. Zooming into the overloaded parking lot into a random empty space in the driving zone, Mrs. Matsura yelled for the kids to get out. They did not disobey her orders, and jumped out of her vehicle as they began running toward the airport with Bulbasaur’s wound beginning to clot and dry in the elapsed time. But behind them, Mrs. Matsura’s knee blew out, and she collapsed onto the rocky, cemented gravel of the parking lot, digging her skin into the rough texture, and imbedding pebbles into her bones. She screamed with a tired agony, and just as the boys turned to try to heave her back onto her feet, the hornets flocked straight toward them.

Sike Saner
24th November 2005, 12:25 AM

Fuds, are they ever in trouble with those Beedrill...I can't wait to see how they might get out of this one.

Kudos for bringing in Hypno and Pinsir; I love those things, especially the latter...frell, that thing's freaky-looking. XD I'm enjoying the nice, harrowing action you're delivering, and also the characterization of Bulbasaur. Sweet little guy, that Bulbasaur. ^_^

Still maintaining that quality, I see. Awesome.

24th November 2005, 12:47 AM
Wow. Somebody actually read all of that? Kudos to you, Sike! You managed to survive that chapter without running into a wall and banging your head on it 8D

Guess this means I owe you big time ;-; I was hoping Exsisto wasn't going to be forgotten... I just finished up my wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, and came down to check on the latest fics and saw that someone actually replied, which was great. I was just writing the next chapter (though sleepily) earlier and a parody to "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." What amazes me is the extreme length of this chapter, as I had to make another post just so it would all fit into the thread (I overstepped the amount of characters in the first post). I wasn't expecting it to be that long, but what with my ebil striving-ness to achieve perfect description, that was inevitably why I put so much work into it >.< In my spare time, I even managed to make a new banner for Exsisto on Macromedia Fireworks at school, which I felt would give me more hype for this fic and get some more readers on board as well.

I am always open-minded about this story and all Pokemon that can contribute to it, because naturally, I wouldn't expect thousands of cool and popular Pokemon going around wreaking havoc. Yus, I'm sure more people would enjoy it if they were popular Pokemon, but again, it's the reality that highly-appreciated Pokemon shouldn't be the only ones to have the spotlight, and let these creatures have their glory. Personally, I never really had a likeness for Pinsir or Hypno, but writing about them and reading about them gives you a sort of respect for them, even though they're trying to kill everyone they see XD

Again, soooo glad you read this chapter, seeing as I had tons of closet readers/scanners/skimmers take one look at the looooooooooooooong-ness, then just run away XD Makes me feel tingly and warm like the turkey in my stomach ^_^ As for the next chapter, more action-ness I can guarantee, and after Chapter VI, the plot begins to thicken as we discover clues to the origin of the hole and answers to Bulbasaur's significance.

24th November 2005, 3:51 AM
Jawsome chapter man. The description of the pokemon was excellent. I was wondering long it would take you to put Scyther in the story and I was glad it didn't take that long. The only thing that seemed wrong to me was the ending- seemed a bit rushed to me. Of course it may have seemed short to me cuz the second post had a small amount of writing. Whatever. Other then that, great chapter.

Man, those stingers are sure gonna tickle.

24th November 2005, 4:06 AM
O.O awesome... I love the idea of pokemon communicating through telepathy. That's just awesome! And the way you described the pokemon was cool too. Hypno, Pinsir, Growlithe, Scyther, and Beedrill... yay. I can't wait to see which ones are in the next chapter...

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!

24th November 2005, 5:00 AM
Jawsome chapter man. The description of the pokemon was excellent. I was wondering long it would take you to put Scyther in the story and I was glad it didn't take that long. The only thing that seemed wrong to me was the ending- seemed a bit rushed to me. Of course it may have seemed short to me cuz the second post had a small amount of writing. Whatever. Other then that, great chapter.

Man, those stingers are sure gonna tickle.
Yus, the Pokemon are the main role in this fic, and I need my readers to see every perspective of them and get their appearances in just the way I need to bring them to life. I have to admit, yea, that the chapter ending was short...probably because the ending of this chapter kinda tracks into Chapter VI. Oh-hoho...tickle-indeedy...thanks for the review.

O.O awesome... I love the idea of pokemon communicating through telepathy. That's just awesome! And the way you described the pokemon was cool too. Hypno, Pinsir, Growlithe, Scyther, and Beedrill... yay. I can't wait to see which ones are in the next chapter...

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!
Aha, ye noticed the Growlithe from the news. Nice spotting, m'dear ^_^ Telepathy is just one of the many many methods authors use to bring their Pokemon characters to life because they can't stand for them to stay brainless drones and just repeat their names over and over >_>;; Vewy glad ye liked it, and you have a gewd Thanksgiving yourself ^.~

28th November 2005, 9:07 AM
If Saber's 12 post long chapter long wasn't too much for me to read, nothing is. This was still just as good though. The action seemed a bit rushed, but I don't think you could have dragged it out a bit without making it boring.

I'd like to see what the plot actually is, 'cause at the moment it still is kind of an extended prologue (I call anything that hasn't shown it's main plot yet this, don't worry).

Keep up the good work, or I'll come at you with a rabid Beedrill!

28th November 2005, 3:04 PM
Heh, thanks TyraniRay ^_^ The plot has not unfolded yet, but as of next chapter, a little more about why the hole in the sky appeared is revealed, though not completely, as the chapter afterwards will explain everything. There are also a few clues hidden in my banner that may give you ideas, but for now, I leave readers to ponder. As for the rushed action of some scenes, after Chapter VI, I'm going back and revising and doing little tweaks on chapters that need work. Then, once that is complete, you can expect Chapter VII very soon, because I LOVE WRITING informative chapters XD

Saffire Persian
7th December 2005, 2:16 AM
I did not notice this update. 0_o.... And I've only now just read it. But I loved it! I wasn't sure if you'd have the Pokemon be talking ones, but I'm glad you did. At the least, it saves Satoshi here a bit of confusion. Did I mention I like the Bulbasaur? His dialogue is a pleasure to read - his blunt truthfulness about everything, too.

How the heck he travelled from that air-rip in the sky is something I'd very much like to find out. And the car scene was genius. Smart kids - I'll give them that.

Awesome chapter, I hope you continue on.