Hello, and welcome to Tainted Inocence! =D Thank you for choosing my fic to read, it's my pleasure, yadda yadda yadda.
just a note, in this fic, any pokemon are actually supposed to be talking in regular pokemon talk. it's 'translated' for you in this writing otherwise all you'd see in this first prolouge is "pika, pika pika chuu... pika." and that can get old. ;D
as for the ships... there may be a few references to pokeshipping, pearlshipping, hoennshipping, ikarishipping, penguinshipping, and contestshipping, but it's all very subtle that it's hardly worth mentioning. ^^; as for the main ship, it's just one for my two characters: Laila and Alexander [you'll see who/what they are with given time]. i looked all over with no success of finding a pikachu/riachu ship,[oops, gave it away] so i'll call it sparkstaticshipping.
there will be drug/alcohol references as well as the use of guns, death, gore, and all that good stuff, so it's going to be rated R.
[I repeat: rated R so no complaining]
without any further ado, i present--
Prolouge~ Small Voice, Loudly Spoken
I’ve always wondered why I was created. I’m not just merely a servant to the Boss, am I? No. I can’t be. I know I have a purpose other than to hurt and steal. My name is Laila, and I’m one of the most well-known creatures in the Pokémon world: a Pikachu. But I’m not a natural one. For starters, I know I’m a clone of a stronger-than-average Pikachu. How did I figure this out? Out of all the powerful clones created with me, I’m the most powerful.
Being created, I’m genetically perfect. All of my attacks launched at stationary targets land without fail, and I’m pretty much invulnerable. Of course, being born in a test tube has its drawbacks. I’ve never been able to say I have an actual family. No parents. No siblings. No aunts, uncles, or cousins. Nothing. The closest thing I have to family is my best friend and partner in crime, Alexander. He has the most amazing mahogany eyes I’ve ever seen and as strong as any Raichu I’ve ever encountered. We work with each other all the time and have never failed at anything when we do. Though he’s well built and muscular, he’s slightly thinner than you’d expect a typical Raichu to be, but it’s only because of the way he gets fed by his handlers.
This partnership I mentioned is actually a worldwide corporation, Team Rocket. Now don’t get me wrong; we really had no choice but to join. My creator is the top scientist for the team and Alexander literally had nowhere else to turn. He’s a natural born Pokémon of two Pikachu, one of them a rare ‘shiny’. Birthed a lonely Pichu, he seemed like a regular electric fur ball. With the love he felt for his parents, he too quickly evolved into a Pikachu. Afterwards, however, all three realized he wasn’t as normal as he seemed. Going down the middle of his tail was a dark stripe of black as well as two on his back that were supposed to be brown. He told me it had something to do with a rare recessive gene both his parents had or something gone genetically wrong from his dad being that of a different color. That’s when they became official nomads.
Since his father was shiny, they were always coming across collectors seeking his exceptional coat. Now that there was another oddball in the family, the danger was far greater. He’s told me of breathtaking sights he’s seen on his journeys all over the different regions. The problems began when he started in on a tale of a time in the biggest he’d ever seen; a place where humans live: Goldenrod City.
The three found a temporary home underneath a bridge for a railway that went beyond the boundaries of the city. It was a place few came and protected them from rain the sun’s rays beating down during the blistering summer. One night, while Alexander was out looking for a snack before dinner, he’d heard a shift in the serene evening: the cries of his mother and father. When he returned to his home, they were both gone. He searched the entire city high and low; not necessarily a figure of speech. He ran through every ally, around every block with the blanket of shadows to cover his unique tail. Alexander called for his parents until he was too exhausted to carry on any longer. When he opened his eyes from a short nap in an alleyway, he found that he was cornered by two humans. He was terrified at that point. He’d always been told never to go near any and was then being confronted by a two. They were dressed in black with striking red letters on the front of their caps. Alexander couldn’t read then, so he didn’t know what the striking red R had been, nor that it would be the most important symbol of his life. The men blocking his only exit came at him with grim expressions masking their unreadable eyes. It was only when they spoke to him that Alexander’s nerves calmed. Miraculously, he was able to understand the two, though they had some sort of accent. They reassured him with comforting words implying that they’d been watching him and knew he’d been orphaned that day. With nowhere to turn and no goals for himself, he handed his future over to the hands of the Rocket agents.
It wasn’t long before Alexander was whisked to the local headquarters and under the narrow eyes of Giovanni. He passed as a rare Pikachu with a lot of potential and headed off to begin his training where he’d be taught everything to survive a life of crime. Training was vigorous and nearly scarred him emotionally. Physically, I don’t think he could’ve had any more injuries than he’d ended with. I can say this with knowledge because I’d first laid eyes on him only days after his training had begun. Because my genetics were nearly perfect, I never needed training as far as endurance and strength. One evening, I heard him coming back to his room from the final night of coaching. Our ‘dorms’ are merely leaky doghouses with hardly enough space to sleep, let alone live. Mine just so happened to have a single cracked window with a lovely view of a barbed wire fence. Luckily, I’m not too far away from Alexander’s diminutive hut. When I laid eyes on his wounds for the first time, I ushered him in with me to tend to them. I’d been lucky enough to swipe a first aid kit from a storage room just a few days before. It came complete with bandages, rubbing alcohol, various lotions, and a pair of heavy duty fingernail clippers. Despite the lack of elbow room, I was able to give him proper treatment and he was back to normal in no time.
After that incident, we started to trust one another and easily became close friends. Though we were both Pikachu, we each had unique patterns in our fur. My tail isn’t the same shape as his, but rather more like that of a Poochyena and with a tip coated in midnight black. Another feature I have is the long streaks on my ears compared to a regular Pikachu. To me, it looks like graffiti, but it’s pretty in a way. On the top of my head are strands of longer hair in various lengths and widths. Surprisingly, it doesn’t get in my way most of the time and it makes it so I’m able to hide my vivid green eyes. The two stripes on my back are black as well and are jagged on top. Needless to say, I’ve never met another Pikachu quite like myself.
My background isn’t all that exciting. I remember images from when I had opened my eyes in the oversized test tube. I had many circular patches sticking to me and bubbles clung to every inch of my fur. I remember the scientists studying me day and night and messing with data on their computers. At one time or another, one of the researchers had apparently made a mistake and had almost pulled the plug on me. Thankfully, I lived to see many more days, though I often wonder what it was exactly that was the mistake. After countless days of being their science experiment, I became fully conscious of my surroundings. Not much longer after that, a painful tingling coursed through my cheeks and tail. I closed my eyes and braced myself, as the pain was getting more severe with every passing second. With the crashing sound of glass breaking all around me, the rip of the patches being torn from my fur, and the thud of me hitting the frigid tiled floor, I choked in my first few breaths. Electric bolts danced on my rosy cheeks and the dangling cords that previously monitored me. As a physician bathed and checked me over, everything was explained to me: what I’d been created for, the months of work that had been put into my existence, and what I’d spend the rest of my life doing. During the first few minutes of my life on the outside, they’d tied a small red R charm on a black ribbon around my neck and said it was the symbol of this team that had made me: Team Rocket. After a while I’d tossed it aside, for I needed no other beacon. I’d also been told that because of my unique markings, I’d be easy to track down if ever I would try to escape.
Since then, it’s never been about relationships with friends or other agents or anything like that, excluding the time I met Alexander. I’ve been on a lot of missions and heists mostly dealing with taking expensive paintings and sculptures. Nothing too important. I guess they’ve just been testing my abilities, but they’re always easy and I never come back with any reported failures. Sometimes I get to work with Alexander. He’s a little less experienced than me, but only because he was raised with the right kind of parents. He usually gets nervous when we can hear sirens coming down the street and he can’t get himself to move fast enough, but one small drawback isn’t enough for me to just leave him on any occasion. Maybe about three months ago, on one of our missions, we went to a breeding center somewhere around Fortree City. Alexander was trying to knock down a box from one of the higher shelves to get at the hidden safe. Little did he know that there were different evolution stones in it. When he did manage to pull it off the edge, a few evolution stones came spilling on top of him. One of them must have been a thunderstone because the next thing I knew, I was standing face to face with a dark coated Raichu. As quickly as we could, we finished the mission for fear of the owner of the shop returning from the ruckus we’d made.
From that point on, most of the training agents worked with Alexander on stronger attacks such as mega kick, thunder, and hyper beam. He still goes through rigorous training daily, but he’s a lot tougher now. I think he might be inspired by me as well. Every night after he gets done, he comes into my room and we chat for a while before he returns to his dorm. I know we both enjoy each other’s company. It’s as if we distract one another from the daily stresses of Team Rocket
As for me, I’ve got a few good moves at my disposal. As I’ve said before, my genes were tampered with, so I can learn moves that no other Pikachu can. I know regular moves like thundershock, thunderbolt, iron tail, and volt tackle. However, I can also perform moves such as night slash, sonic boom, and shadow claw. It gives me a nice advantage in battle and with irregular moves, I can defeat Pokémon that I’d normally have type disadvantages against.
More than once, I’ve run into a bratty looking kid with dark hair and a normal Pikachu riding on his shoulder. A few times, he’s had different people and Pokémon with him. All of them have caused trouble for us and have foiled some of Team Rocket’s best plans. He makes me sick with his know-it-all attitude and give-it-your-everything strategy. But all the different Pokémon he’s had over the years have all been very well trained and have given even me a challenge. But his Pikachu is the strongest I’ve ever had to face. Granted, I did beat him more than enough times, but he’s still a tough little ball of static electricity. However, that doesn’t stop him from being a domesticated pet rat. He doesn’t ever make a move unless instructed by his scrawny trainer. Even if I’m heading right for him with a shadow claw, he won’t budge until he’s told to. In all the times I’ve faced him, he’s never done anything for himself. It’s always about that idiotic ‘master’ of his. What I’m still vexed about is the reason why he travels with those losers. The last time I saw him was in Sangem Town battling against an opponent that looked as if he could squish the rodent like road kill. Rooting for him was a naïve girl with a hooker skirt tied around her waist. With a voice that could make a Wismur cringe, I can’t see how that Pikachu can tolerate her. If I were in his place, I would’ve joined forces with the violent indigo-haired kid a long time ago.
But living and working with Team Rocket has been a fun experience for me. I’m still happily working along side Alexander and he’s gotten a lot stronger since he evolved. Together, we make a great team. We’re both very powerful, but he knows moves that could knock out a herd of Tauros in one hit. I’m small enough to fit in smaller spaces while he keeps watch with his sensitive hearing that can practically detect a hairdryer in Cianwood. We can communicate with electric attacks--a technique Zapdos is famous for--and that makes us nearly unstoppable. Though our handlers discipline us in horrible ways most of the time, we’ve both admitted that we like the lifestyle. I believe Alexander with all my heart. He was too young to remember most of the times when his mom and dad were still with him and can’t compare this to what his life could be like. As for me, some things are better left unsaid.
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