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Pokemon Crystal Mind	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 7762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No, just because the first two words in the story is 'warm and wet', this is not a lemon chapter. Zip your pants back up, perverts. That stuff will come later.
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Warm. Wet.
Takuya's eyes slowly opened, peering into the red-tinted darkness. “It's to early...” Not even bothering to finish his thoughts, Takuya raised an arm up and rubbed his eyes. They were covered with a warm, wet, and sticky substance. “Wha?” He held his hand away from him, looking at the blood that was likely across his face and now his hand.
“Jolt! Jolt!” Jupiter was just outside of Takuya's field of vision, and he could feel the barbed tongue rubbing against the thickest splotches of half-dried blood on his head.
Takuya started to turn his head in order to face the familiar sound. “Jolteon? Jupiter!” He rolled his head back to it's original spot of lying on it's right side, too painful to move. “What happened. Jupiter, is Eon?”
He didn't even bother waiting for an answer. Functions of his mind started coming back, and he could recall what happened. The cave chase, the Rattatas fleeing, then the quick battle with Team Rocket. One of them must have hit him hard in the left side of the temple with something very solid, and enough to rupture the skin, several bloodvessels, and disorganize his mind into a state of black-out. “Need to get to...that city.” The exact name of the southern city left his mind, as it was still running slow and not functioning at it's prime. “It's like someone rebooted a -ah!-A computer...”
Takuya leaned forward, fighting the pain in his head and the spinning world in order to position himself on his knees. The quarter moon and stars above lit the path substantially enough for him to tell that he was, indeed, still on the same path. And the weight in his backpack didn't feel like it had changed any, so it was unlikely that the poachers had bothered raiding his pack. “Which is weird considering that they likely should have killed me...and Jupiter...”
Despite the immense pain, he looked to the side and saw that even the camera, which he had neglected in his rage, was still on and left behind. It was unlikely that it would be still recording, the memory card could only hold about 42 minutes worth of High-Quality footage. Holding one arm out in the air in-front of him for balance and a sense of placement in the spinning world, he hesitantly ascended back into a standing position. The loud throbbing in his head became extremely loud, almost enough to drown out Jupiter's concerned barks.
“I'll be there, I'll be there.” He gingerly walked, every step echoing through the bones of his body and into his sensitive head as a large pounding throb. “Why...did they...leave us alone?” He bent over, turning off the camera and slowly put it back inside of his backpack. While doing so, he lost his balance, and stumbled to his right. As he did, the fresh scab busted and another slow trickle of blood spilled back over his left eye. “That handkerchief, I need that bloody handkerchief...” He sat back down, over his folded legs, the force knocking his train of thought off for a while.
Jupiter jumped right up beside Takuya, unable to do anything but hoping his presence would at least take some of the strain off his trainer. The teenager gingerly pulled the bag off, setting it beside him and digging through it in order to find the red, black, and yellow cloth. After a few minutes of digging, he did pull out the material he was looking for. Wrapping it around his forehead and covering the wound, he re-attempted to put the pack back on and head southwards, toward Viridian City.
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One can easily imagine the unexpectedness of seeing a trainer walk in with a pokemon and having BOTH of them in less-then-positive condition. Nurse Joy of Viridian City had not been expecting a case of both, usually the trainers would come in with beaten down Pokemon or the trainers themselves would come back from what would be an accident on the trails or at home.
Needless to say, seeing a human male stumbling in, dizzy and pale white with a blood-soaked cloth tied across his face, and a limping Jolteon, she was less then thrilled. “What in the world!?”
“Make sure he's okay. Just do it. He's a lot slower then normal, I think he's taken a hard hit to his left rear leg.”
She stammered for a second, her job demanding her to take care of the animal while the side with human compassion ached to help the young man. “R-r-right away sir!” She ran over to the Jolteon, still lightly coated with a layer of dirt. It had indeed taken a nasty shot to the left rear hip, forcing him to walk with that leg jutted out at a strange angle while putting considerably less weight on it then normal. Thankfully, the damage wouldn't be permanent, the blow that had been dealt must have been glancing and could literally be popped back into place easier then anything else. Working her hands carefully around the creature's upper leg and hindquarters, she firmly grasped the correct points.
“Jolttttt.”
“Relax. This is going to be a lot better in a second.” A sudden twist of the hands later, followed by a low snapping noise, and suddenly the Eeveloution jumped forwards, landing correctly on all fours like nothing was wrong.
“Now about you...”
“Can't. Have to get Eon and that small Pikachu healed...then get back to...something...”
“You're in no position to go anywhere!” Briskly she approached him as he slipped, or more likely stumbled, backwards into a chair. “I don't know about your other pokemon, but your going into shock, and if the wound location is any indication, you might have a pretty severe concussion! Maybe even Brain Damage!”
“Justice must be...against...poachers.” His head slumped forward, eyes glazed over and slowly closing.
“Shut up and focus on keeping your eyes open!” She remarked, untying the cloth. “Eyes...OPEN!” She lightly slapped him on the side of his face opposite of the wound.
“What?”
“Tell me something about yourself. I normally don't work on people I'm not familiar with.”
“My name is Takuya Serizawa. I'm a member of the Pokemon Fan Club in Vermillion City, but...” His gazed started to drop off again, looking over her shoulder blindly.
“But what?” She asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face to re-focus his attention.
“I wanted to do more then just discuss and mess with trading cards. I had theories I wanted to prove, and teams I wanted to build. I've been around Pokemon my entire life.”
Still paying half-attention, she opened up a compartment on a end table beside her, grabbing a needle, scissors, and some thin medical threads. “How so?”
“My parents both survived the war from a few years back, guess I was one of the lucky ones who got to keep both parents. Both ended up becoming doctors in the Vermillion area, although my Father specialized in Pokemon while my mother stayed strictly human-based only operations. When that happens, you get a consistent influx and outgo of people and pokemon.”
For a moment she took the scissors out of her mouth, quickly cutting the thread after dealing with her work. “What else?”
“I do Korean Self Defense, Chung Doe Kwan, as a past-time and for fitness. I also run an internet vlog, and was setting out on the road to record battles, document the trainer lifestyle, interact with various pokemon, and field a team that could rival the best gym leaders. That was my plan. IN every major city I go to, earn some money from advertising on my vlogs and doing some battles.”
“What about your parents? Tell me something about them.” He seemed to be regaining some color and wasn't quite as delirious, but she really didn't want to take a chance.
“My father served in the war, and my mother came from across the ocean as a foreign nurse. She was stranded in one of the earlier failed occupation landings in the Sevii Islands, and...why am I telling you this?”
“I need to keep your mind focused on something and working. Your starting to come out of shock now, but let's not take it for granted.”
“Fine. She was stranded on the coastline after a failed landing attempt. She felt sorry for the surviving men that had been left behind, and of those who didn't commit honorable seppu-seppu-suicide, did the best she could to nurse them back. She met her husband, my father, then. Even though the war lasted about over 4 more years, they hit it off real soon and had a kid. Me.”
“Okay. How did you get this?” She asked, applying a thick bandage over the swen-up wound.
“Poachers. Likely offshoots of the old Team Rocket. They had that big R and everything.”
“They attacked you?”
“No. I attacked them.” He looked at her as she stopped and looked back blankly. “Wouldn't you attack them if they were abusing animals like that?”
“Uh...yes...I suppose.” She bit her lip and turned around. “I've cleaned up the excess of blood around the wound and was able to sow up the cut. Still, I recommend you don't go anywhere for another two or three days at least. Try staying off your feet for at least a day and a half.”
“Jupiter.” Takuya called for his Electric Type, and he jumped up on the chair next to him.
“I notice your...starter, has already evolved. AND was an Eevee. I don't see it very often.”
“A starter? I guess you could say that.” He chuckled, leaning his head against the wall while his right hand ran through the matted spiky fur. “Really, he was a habitual trouble maker. He had some parasite problems as an Eevee, but the situation was controllable with some medications. However, when he came in contact with some of our spare Thunderstones, the parasite swelled and mutated. It took several months of hard-core detoxing to kill it and drain it out, followed by another half year of rehabilitation to get him back on his feet. I would have left on my own adventure without him at the age of 13 or so, had it not been for that incident.” He smirked. “Jupiter took a liking to me. But all that time in detox and rehab virtually reverted him to a power level of 0, and at one point, he couldn't even stand. It's taken time to get him back to where he is now.”
The teenager reached onto his belt, and tossed a pair of pokeballs to the nurse. “Take care of these two also. Eon should be fine, but I have no idea what condition the Pichu is in.”
“A what?” She asked, holding the balls as she looked back at him. “How did you catch a Pi-”
“Remember those poachers I told you about? More then likely they kidnapped or killed it's mother. I saw the poor thing disoriented like noone's buisness, and captured it. Life deserves a chance.”
“You have another Eevee?” She asked, reading the results of the healing machine as it repaired his pokemon.
“Eon? She's an interesting case. She was sick for several weeks, although we never were able to figure out what from. Likely an hyper-allergic reaction to a poison-type attack, but the results were to inconsistent for us to get a definite diagnosis. She overcame it just fine on her own also. However, we're not exactly licensed to hand out pokemon to up and coming trainers.”
“Huh?”
“I'm sure your familiar. In the medical profession, usually there are various 'assistant' Pokemon such as Chancey, and other pokemon used for recreational ownerships, pets.”
“Oh yeah. To give those to other trainers, friends, neighbors, or release them into the wild require a paperwork submission to Sliph Company's third tier management divisions.”
“Exactly. But since my family's personal business is small-time, and aids humans and pokemon, it was easier to slip crap through the paperwork letting me take ownership of Jupiter and Eon without raising confusion as to how our business lost two pokemon listed as 'recreational'.”
“You didn't list them as 'in-recovery'?”
“Not hardly. After about 7 months, you normally get...”
“...notification that unless the situation resolves itself shortly, the Pokemon should be humanely terminated due to unlikelihood of survival.” She took the two pokeballs off of the tray, handing them back to Takuya. “Your team should be all fine. Still, I recommend you stay off of your feet for at least tomorrow and the early part of Monday.
“You know where I could rent a room?”
“We have an overnight bed for patients, free of charge.”
“Computer?” He started to stand up, his feet still uneasy beneath him.
“That would cost extra use, per-hour. But it's not a good idea to be operating a computer when we don't know the extent of your concussion...”
“That's my main way of making money.”
She took out a pad and paper, scribbled down some numbers and username, then tore it off and handed it to him. “The computer's are monitored, so we'll know when your on and off.”
“I'll pay you in the morning, and likely again Monday morning before I ship out.” Before she reached her arms forward to help him along his way, he waved her off. “Don't bother. I may have a concussion, but I'm not an invalid. I won't get stronger unless I fight through this.” With that, he stumbled toward a spiral staircase located off to the side of the room.
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The green bar on the screen was about 80 percent full, the remaining amounts slowly pushing on. Eon was curled up beside the desk, calmly sleeping as it continued to breath in and out. Jupiter was in a similar position, but up against one of the overnight bedroom's corners. Takuya was sitting in the rolling office chair in-front of the computer screen, his left arm folded on his chest while his right hand supported his head with his first two fingers resting on the side of his chin.
“It doesn’t add up.” He softly whispered. “Team Rocket, they show up, they torment various pokemon, possibly even killing them. I know that Pokemon fetch a strong price on the Underground Market for animal trading, but nothing like evolution stones or rare fruits, hell, even Pokeballs, a common object that can be bought normally with minor supervision from Sliph Co, and fetch a considerable amount of Yen. Even if they were going to capture Pokemon to sell on the black-market, why would they injure those very same pokemon in the process?”
The video finished buffering, and he went over to start editing the video down.
“The other thing I don't get is...WHY Team Rocket.” He rolled over to a extra window, and pulled up several assorted online news articles. “Team Rocket utterly disbanded almost 3 years ago, when Giovanni stepped down as the Gym Leader in this city and was later replaced by Green Oak. Giovanni was found out by the Elite Four, confessed to 93 of the 110 different charges filed, and was sentenced to exile in the far west sections of this nation.” A bit of scrolling, and he came across a quote.
“I'm sick of the Mafia business. It's become stale, and frankly, I'd probably do better running a small farm out in the middle of nowhere then continuing to treat everything as business. Besides, my heart calls for exploration again.”
“Team Rocket fell apart within 3 weeks of that announcement, save for a hostage crisis in Luminoise City and a foiled hold-up at a Research Center in New Bark Town. Those two incidents occurred in the two months later on, and even then, the people were acting in personal interests, either extremists demanding change in the market or people trying to feed themselves, their pokemon, and their families.”
He starred at it for a few more minutes. “I need to stop dwelling on this. It's still a crime organization, Rocket or not, and they'll be dealt with. Even if that 'Red' trainer vanished 6 months after becoming champion, it doesn’t matter. It will be resolved, everyone just has to do their part.” He sighed, closing out several of the windows and going back to editing the video. “But why did they leave Jupiter and I alone after knocking me out and leaving him on his own?”
Several assorted clicks and drags, and he stopped. “Wait...what?” With a few drags, he brought the recording back to when he captured the Pichu. “What is this?” The video-camera was obviously laying on it's side, after likely being kicked over by the owner. Takuya could be seen kneeing the first guy while sweeping the legs out of the other guy. From the 'bottom edge' of the video, the third Rocket member swung a metallic pole at his face, knocking him out.
What came afterwards was the part that caught his attention. Jupiter leaped into the picture, biting the iron crowbar and pulling firmly with it. The man kicked the Electric-Type, and reached for his belt to summon a Pokemon. However, he ran out of time, and before releasing it, Jolteon unleashed a burst of electricity from his body at the criminal, electrocuting him.
The man who had been knocked down earlier came back to his feet, calling forth a Sandslash. The electric type had a plain disadvantage, yet still aggressively lashed forward, grabbing the pholidote by the neck and dragging it against the ground, shortly afterwords planting one of it's front paws on it's back, the other on it's forehead. “It's not going to...?”
Jupiter gave it a powerful tug with it's canine-like jaws, and the creature screamed in pain as a section of quills and skin was ripped out in bloody fashion. “Oh my...god.”
From the recording the sound of the ground-type screaming in pain was only drowned out by the fearful man grabbing the electrocuted comrade, hooking his arms underneath the man and beginning to drag him out of there as the Jolteon continued to tear at the open wound in his opponent. Even after the man dropped his companion to drag his other friend a distance away, off of the camera's lens, the unnatural one-sided slaughter continued, mere feet away from the lens. It took the man grabbing the iron bar and repeatedly slamming it into the rear legs of the electric-type to knock him away. The person recalled the Sandslash, then turned tail and ran.
“Holy...Type disadvantage and all.” Takuya glanced over to his companion. “Impressive.” He saved the project up to that point. “While that's definitely going to pull in views, and you did save my life...” The dark-haired teenager bit his lip lightly. “I don't want to kill or maim the life of something only being told what to do...and I don't want to promote it either.”
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A bit more development of the character and the world here. Hope you still find this enjoyable despite the touchy topics such as war. War IS a very real thing for us, why would it not be in this world?
Link to the discussion forum is here:
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