Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Luck ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Luck

 

Chapter Seven

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A wise man once told me that, though I have the body of a younger man, my eyes are those of an Ancient. I didn't understand it then, but I think I do now. I've seen too much in my life. A normal nineteen-year-old does have a good number of troubles, true, but not as many as I have had. I downed another shot of vodka, given to me by the gracious bartender. Bastard. He only wanted my money.

 

Apparently, they don't normally accept hundred-sen coins until they learn that the things are made of pure silver.

 

Satsuma quietly approached me. I looked up and saw that a number of the other occupants were staring at me. After twelve years with the damn human Trackers after me, I'm just relieved that none of them have run out to get the—whatever the equivalent of Trackers is here.

 

“Master, why you fight Ronin?” Satsuma asked.

 

“She needed to learn. That idiot excuse for a creature that calls himself her master needs to die.”

 

She looked at me with a questioning expression and started to open her mouth again when the doors to the bar burst open.

 

“YOU!” the human from earlier shouted. He pointed dramatically at me and continued rambling. “You have disgraced me and my pokegirls by not accepting the rules. You—”

 

“You are a complete idiot. You should just be happy that I let you live,” I told him.

 

“Let me live? Preposterous. No scoundrel like you could even come close to—” THUNK!

 

The idiot stared with wide eyes at the small throwing knife that I had hurled into the wall near his head.

 

“Be happy that I'm feeling generous,” I lied. In truth, I was trying to kill him. The vodka must've been affecting my aim. “Otherwise you'd be dead.”

 

“I don't want a fight in here,” the barkeeper quickly muttered. I nodded and left, removing the blade and sliding it back into the separate pouch I kept for throwing knives. Satsuma followed me again, as did the idiot.

 

“Where's the girl?”

 

“Stefanie up there,” she said. I looked ahead and saw her red hair. It looked like…Mana's. I stopped there, thinking back. Red hair, grey eyes, that infuriating-yet-endearing smile that she seemed to have—all just like…Mana.

 

“Master?” Satsuma said. “Master okay?”

 

“Y-yeah,” I said, coming out of my stupor. The girl and Zalira met up with us and got a good look at the moron following us.

 

“Narcissus? Is that you?” she asked. I looked between the two of them, quickly comparing the scents.

 

“Stefanie?”

 

In one of the most baffling things that have yet occurred, the two immediately hugged each other.

 

“I missed you!” the girl shouted, completely forgetting about everyone else.

 

“I thought my little sister would never be a Tamer,” the idiot, Narcissus, said. That made sense. They actually reminded me of how Mana and I were when we were a lot younger.

 

“Kokennin, I want you to meet my brother, Narcissus,” the girl told me. “Narcy, this is my friend, Kokennin.”

 

“We've met,” the idiot and I both said. The girl, dense as she was, seemed to notice the tension that I could have smelt a league away.

 

“Stefanie, why would you be with this scum? He is nothing more than a common animal,” Blondie said.

 

“Daddy said that we should travel together. He's a new Tamer, and—”

 

“In charge of Pup, here,” I growled. “And if you've got a problem with that, you can fight me yourself.”

 

He visibly paled at that, while I smirked at him.

 

“Master too strong for human,” Satsuma whispered to me. “Master tear him to bits.”

 

He'd deserve it. Fucking bastard won't treat his betters with respect.

 

“That Motoko girl was a hundred times better than you,” I declared instead, “and I beat her easily.”

 

“You cheated. There's no way that a human—” he brusquely stopped talking when I closed my fist around his throat and picked him up.

 

“Don't…ever…call…me…human 230;,” I growled low. He was gasping for breath and turning purple in the face when the girl stepped in.

 

“Kokennin, stop,” she ordered. “He's an idiot, yes, but don't kill him.”

 

I narrowed my eyes at her, saying that he didn't deserve to live.

 

“He's my brother,” she said, using the same pup-eyes that Mana used on me so many months ago. “Please.”

 

“Fine,” I spat, dropping the bastard on the ground. I turned to him and said, “You don't deserve to live, but death's too good for you.”

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Almost an hour later, we were exiting the outskirts of the city, when I heard a rusting behind us. I turned around and scanned the street, finding the girl that had painted that…picture…earlier. She cringed as my gaze met hers, but approached quietly.

 

“Th-thank you f-f-for s-sav-ving m-me,” she stammered. “I-I w-was w-w-won-wondering i-if I-I-I-I c-could c-come w-wit-with y-you.”

 

I looked at the others, silently reading their opinions.

 

“What's your name?”

 

“Ringo,” she muttered.

 

“If you can keep up,” I said and promptly turned on my heels and took off at a fast walk. I could practically smell Ringo's joy as she ran up behind me.