Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pokemon: Twist of Fate ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: TrueCharizard 
The aftermath of the fateful moment.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Thriller / Suspense / Mystery / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 425 | Status: Completed
The aftermath of the fateful moment.
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Thriller / Suspense / Mystery / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 425 | Status: Completed
Note: Once again, I do not own pokemon and I thank it's creators for sharing such a brilliant world with us. I do own
the main character, Korijus, Tao and Jason however. THEY'RE MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!
The shattered remains of the tea cup lay oozing out the dark liquid that once remained in it. The fresh tea
seeped by the sensei's side staining the floor like blood refusing to flow. The dark scene was so nightmarish, so
unbelievable that they could have little idea that the once great ninja master had suffered fatal internal injuries.
Everybody in the room huddled were in shock for sometime, having just watched Koga fall to the floor it was a wake up call
to know that no-one was immortal. No matter how many traps stood in the way of intruders, no matter how well trained you
were - everyone had a weakness.
Iya was the first to see if he was alive. She knelt and checked his pulse with her index and middle finger at his cold
wrist. Still gasping she checked if he was breathing too. Both were weak, his failing brain still forced him to continue
taking in oxygen but it was barely enough to keep him alive. And his heart - it pumped blood around but it was hard to
see how he could continue to live with such a low heartrate.
On his lips, small trickles of cooling blood had emerged from his insides. Koga was not only young but he was conditioned
to an almost super-human level. It seemed impossible that he could be having a heart attack and as for a stroke, well he
rarely seemed stressed out. His meditation made him devoid of any real tension and he allowed very little to get to him.
But one thing he did have more so than any of the other Gym Leaders was enemies.
Koga's sister turned her attention to the liquid that slowly seeped through the tatami. Placing the same two fingers
she had used to check her brother's pulse, she brought up a small sample of the contaminated tea and brought it up
to her nose. Sniffing lightly, her face was more panic stricken than it should be for any ninja. Seviper poison.
She shook involuntarily as she stood up and walked away. The others gathered around the poison stricken body of their
leader, they saw the same thing as she did. The boy who had made the tea stood there nearly frozen. His face
described what his sheer disbelief perfectly and his legs prevented him from examining what the others saw. He was
supposed to be strong - he was supposed to be a ninja; prepared for death, prepared for suffering and excruciatingly
painful moments. It was all to clear that he had not abandonned his fears; his anxietys and his emotions. For
the effect this was having on him was huge.
---
Janine looked at her father's form. This had to have been a dream, there was no way it could be real. Her father
couldn't have died - he wasn't supposed to have. Koga's pale body looked troubled, restless yet all it could do
was rest motionless. Not a tear dripped from her eyes, she couldn't cry - why would she? After all, there was
nothing to cry about, she'd wake up in a moment.
It would take some time for her brain to process the fact that this was no dream. No nightmare could be as real
as this. She didn't know how she was going to react. Her father had always tried to prepare her for the fact
that he wouldn't be around forever. Koga had always offered his daughter a normal life, whilst it was his dream
for her to become a great warrior - he cared for her so much that he let her make the decision if she wanted to
train in the ninja ways. It had been her choice from the begining to become like he was. At that moment any
part of her mind that wasn't knocked out by emotion tried to think of what her father would do in the situation.
It was as if she could hear him calling out to her "Be strong". She just hoped the message to override her emotions
when they urged her into weakness.
---
Watching eyes would have seen Jason's reaction but few could have described how his outward appearance reflected his
inward thoughts. For his eyes focused not on his master's failing body, but on the air around it instead. Jason
was not a vessel of compassion, perhaps of honor and understanding.. but he had long scince accepted the way of
the ninja and felt little for loss of life. It would be wrong to say that he was not upset by the man who had
become like an adoptive father to him, but one would describe him as looking angry rather than sad.
It was as if someone had taken something from him - like some had stolen a posession. Jason had a great deal of
respect for Koga as one would expect but there was distance between master and apprentice. Their relationship
was hindered by his attitude. For all intensive purposes,Jason was an excellent student. He had amazing potential
and listened to every word said but he had but one flaw - his unwillingness to accept his own failure. Jason worked
to be the best, always aiming to better the other students. Koga however taught that the only way to succeed is to
better one's self.
He was the first one to speak. He knew what had happened. He knew exactly what happened and he wasn't going
to be afraid to say it - someone had to. Turning, he directed his verbal abuse to the one responsible for it all,
the one who had prepared the tea.
"You. You did this!" he announced, with a touch of sheer hatred - sheer malice. As he stood there, directing
the embittered attention to the culrpit, Korijus moved towards the evil doer preparing to confront him.
---
They all stood there, looking at the tea maker. Their eyes said different things, each of them asked different
questions. Except for Jason's. For Jason's pointed eyes asked no questions; they simply directed every drop
of liquid hate towards his rival. Tao, Iya, Janine, Korijus and Jason. They were all against him now.
Adrenaline surged around his body forced him to answer the fight or flight question; with the first answer. It
was his basic instinct to live that ordered him to do what he did.
At last, his legs began to allow him to move. He was sweating, intensley - a sweat that no amount of special
exercises would stop rolling out of his pores. In one movement, he span around towards the nearest exit and sprinted.
His paniced strides were fairly clumsy, his arms moved in such an irregular movement that any normal person watching
at this precise movement would have laughed hysterically. He didn't know what exactly he was doing, he didn't have
time to think, not clearly anyway.
As blood pumped to his head, his vision blurred even more. So much so in fact that if he didn't know the floor plan
to the building step by step blindfolded he'd probably have ended up with a severred head. As it was he triggered
a series of small explosions as voltorbs dropped left right and centre, self destructing behind him. He couldn't
stop and if anything the force of the blasts propelled onwards more.
Even if there had been time to absorb details about the familiar surroundings that whizzed past him, they would have
flown right over his head. For right then and there, he was like an enraged tauros rushing towards a red flag waved
in it's face. Except it wasn't rage that was acting up in him - it was desperation.
He headed for the room that he slept in, travelling a flight of stairs connecting from the long hallway he had
just ran through. Forcing the door open with his shoulder, he entered and got what he came for. His sword rested
upon his flat bed in the centre of the room. He grabbed the sheathed blade and made a dive for the nearest exit.
The window.
Strangely, the feeling of the glass shattering against him felt slightly relieving - as if all of his emotions
at once could be expressed in physical terms. It was if all the tension had been released into one massive destructive
force. Except he knew that the tension had only just begin. The shards of glass fell behind him as he sank through
the air. He had fallen threw a window before, but this was different - for he felt no pain.
His body descended effortlessly through the air between the second storey of the house and the ground beneath him.
With his right hand he reached for a pokeball on his belt. He cupped it, the round shape fitted perfectly in his hand.
He dropped it towards the ground as he had jumped, the flame patterned exterior declared exactly who was inside.
Charizard. If he had time, he'd thank his quick wittedness for remembering to recall his pokemon before dinner - he
had almost forgot that he had.
The ball hit the ground before he did and it's inhabitant emanated as soon as the release mechanism had
sprung the ball open. The winged lizard took into the air, preparing it's back for it's master to land upon. The
bond between them that allowed them to share their thoughts declared exactly what they had to do. The fire breathing
dragon swiped it's container with it's tail into the air for it's owner to catch and then beat it's wings ascending upwards.
He looked behind him once more before they left. Back at the house he had called home for so long. But he knew that that
it was no home to him anymore. It was more hostile than it had ever been.
They took off into the night sky, without second thought.
the main character, Korijus, Tao and Jason however. THEY'RE MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!
The shattered remains of the tea cup lay oozing out the dark liquid that once remained in it. The fresh tea
seeped by the sensei's side staining the floor like blood refusing to flow. The dark scene was so nightmarish, so
unbelievable that they could have little idea that the once great ninja master had suffered fatal internal injuries.
Everybody in the room huddled were in shock for sometime, having just watched Koga fall to the floor it was a wake up call
to know that no-one was immortal. No matter how many traps stood in the way of intruders, no matter how well trained you
were - everyone had a weakness.
Iya was the first to see if he was alive. She knelt and checked his pulse with her index and middle finger at his cold
wrist. Still gasping she checked if he was breathing too. Both were weak, his failing brain still forced him to continue
taking in oxygen but it was barely enough to keep him alive. And his heart - it pumped blood around but it was hard to
see how he could continue to live with such a low heartrate.
On his lips, small trickles of cooling blood had emerged from his insides. Koga was not only young but he was conditioned
to an almost super-human level. It seemed impossible that he could be having a heart attack and as for a stroke, well he
rarely seemed stressed out. His meditation made him devoid of any real tension and he allowed very little to get to him.
But one thing he did have more so than any of the other Gym Leaders was enemies.
Koga's sister turned her attention to the liquid that slowly seeped through the tatami. Placing the same two fingers
she had used to check her brother's pulse, she brought up a small sample of the contaminated tea and brought it up
to her nose. Sniffing lightly, her face was more panic stricken than it should be for any ninja. Seviper poison.
She shook involuntarily as she stood up and walked away. The others gathered around the poison stricken body of their
leader, they saw the same thing as she did. The boy who had made the tea stood there nearly frozen. His face
described what his sheer disbelief perfectly and his legs prevented him from examining what the others saw. He was
supposed to be strong - he was supposed to be a ninja; prepared for death, prepared for suffering and excruciatingly
painful moments. It was all to clear that he had not abandonned his fears; his anxietys and his emotions. For
the effect this was having on him was huge.
---
Janine looked at her father's form. This had to have been a dream, there was no way it could be real. Her father
couldn't have died - he wasn't supposed to have. Koga's pale body looked troubled, restless yet all it could do
was rest motionless. Not a tear dripped from her eyes, she couldn't cry - why would she? After all, there was
nothing to cry about, she'd wake up in a moment.
It would take some time for her brain to process the fact that this was no dream. No nightmare could be as real
as this. She didn't know how she was going to react. Her father had always tried to prepare her for the fact
that he wouldn't be around forever. Koga had always offered his daughter a normal life, whilst it was his dream
for her to become a great warrior - he cared for her so much that he let her make the decision if she wanted to
train in the ninja ways. It had been her choice from the begining to become like he was. At that moment any
part of her mind that wasn't knocked out by emotion tried to think of what her father would do in the situation.
It was as if she could hear him calling out to her "Be strong". She just hoped the message to override her emotions
when they urged her into weakness.
---
Watching eyes would have seen Jason's reaction but few could have described how his outward appearance reflected his
inward thoughts. For his eyes focused not on his master's failing body, but on the air around it instead. Jason
was not a vessel of compassion, perhaps of honor and understanding.. but he had long scince accepted the way of
the ninja and felt little for loss of life. It would be wrong to say that he was not upset by the man who had
become like an adoptive father to him, but one would describe him as looking angry rather than sad.
It was as if someone had taken something from him - like some had stolen a posession. Jason had a great deal of
respect for Koga as one would expect but there was distance between master and apprentice. Their relationship
was hindered by his attitude. For all intensive purposes,Jason was an excellent student. He had amazing potential
and listened to every word said but he had but one flaw - his unwillingness to accept his own failure. Jason worked
to be the best, always aiming to better the other students. Koga however taught that the only way to succeed is to
better one's self.
He was the first one to speak. He knew what had happened. He knew exactly what happened and he wasn't going
to be afraid to say it - someone had to. Turning, he directed his verbal abuse to the one responsible for it all,
the one who had prepared the tea.
"You. You did this!" he announced, with a touch of sheer hatred - sheer malice. As he stood there, directing
the embittered attention to the culrpit, Korijus moved towards the evil doer preparing to confront him.
---
They all stood there, looking at the tea maker. Their eyes said different things, each of them asked different
questions. Except for Jason's. For Jason's pointed eyes asked no questions; they simply directed every drop
of liquid hate towards his rival. Tao, Iya, Janine, Korijus and Jason. They were all against him now.
Adrenaline surged around his body forced him to answer the fight or flight question; with the first answer. It
was his basic instinct to live that ordered him to do what he did.
At last, his legs began to allow him to move. He was sweating, intensley - a sweat that no amount of special
exercises would stop rolling out of his pores. In one movement, he span around towards the nearest exit and sprinted.
His paniced strides were fairly clumsy, his arms moved in such an irregular movement that any normal person watching
at this precise movement would have laughed hysterically. He didn't know what exactly he was doing, he didn't have
time to think, not clearly anyway.
As blood pumped to his head, his vision blurred even more. So much so in fact that if he didn't know the floor plan
to the building step by step blindfolded he'd probably have ended up with a severred head. As it was he triggered
a series of small explosions as voltorbs dropped left right and centre, self destructing behind him. He couldn't
stop and if anything the force of the blasts propelled onwards more.
Even if there had been time to absorb details about the familiar surroundings that whizzed past him, they would have
flown right over his head. For right then and there, he was like an enraged tauros rushing towards a red flag waved
in it's face. Except it wasn't rage that was acting up in him - it was desperation.
He headed for the room that he slept in, travelling a flight of stairs connecting from the long hallway he had
just ran through. Forcing the door open with his shoulder, he entered and got what he came for. His sword rested
upon his flat bed in the centre of the room. He grabbed the sheathed blade and made a dive for the nearest exit.
The window.
Strangely, the feeling of the glass shattering against him felt slightly relieving - as if all of his emotions
at once could be expressed in physical terms. It was if all the tension had been released into one massive destructive
force. Except he knew that the tension had only just begin. The shards of glass fell behind him as he sank through
the air. He had fallen threw a window before, but this was different - for he felt no pain.
His body descended effortlessly through the air between the second storey of the house and the ground beneath him.
With his right hand he reached for a pokeball on his belt. He cupped it, the round shape fitted perfectly in his hand.
He dropped it towards the ground as he had jumped, the flame patterned exterior declared exactly who was inside.
Charizard. If he had time, he'd thank his quick wittedness for remembering to recall his pokemon before dinner - he
had almost forgot that he had.
The ball hit the ground before he did and it's inhabitant emanated as soon as the release mechanism had
sprung the ball open. The winged lizard took into the air, preparing it's back for it's master to land upon. The
bond between them that allowed them to share their thoughts declared exactly what they had to do. The fire breathing
dragon swiped it's container with it's tail into the air for it's owner to catch and then beat it's wings ascending upwards.
He looked behind him once more before they left. Back at the house he had called home for so long. But he knew that that
it was no home to him anymore. It was more hostile than it had ever been.
They took off into the night sky, without second thought.