Pokemon BW fic
Chapter Ten: Ascend
([S] Hero: Ascend)
So Touko was surprised by how easily she defeated the Elite Four, but knew she shouldn’t be. This was not the struggle her life had been leading up to, merely the prelude. That was to come.
“Alder! N!” she yelled between pants as she ran up countless stairs to reach the Champion. Who’d built this damn thing, someone who wanted the challenger to be too tired out to fight at the top?
Normally two challengers wouldn’t have been allowed to enter at once, but the entrance had been discretely left open for her. She wasn’t really a challenger to the Champion today anyway.
“You’ve lost, Champion. You let yourself get soft, falter in your conviction.”
With nothing to do but run, Touko could wonder. What made some people’s dreams stronger than others? Didn’t everyone think they were the hero of the story, have something they wanted with their whole heart if tested, even if it was just to live? Was conviction alone enough or would the strongest of dreams still fall to superior might?
No matter. With the other Dragon, she’d have equal might and her conviction was stronger--N wanted to be persuaded, while she only wanted to win.
“Alder!” He was in bad shape, burnt, bruised, and bleeding and pressed into a broken stone pillar by N’s elbow at his throat. “N, stop!”
“Touko, I’m so glad to see you, and with the Stone.” He smiled innocently despite the layer of ash and specks of blood upon him and seemed to loose all interest in Alder. “Everything’s finally ready for our ultimate duel. But I think the power to revolutionize the world demands a castle. Watch,” he said with child-like glee.
Touko had thought herself immune to awe at architecture by that point, but then she’d never seen anything like the goliath castle rising from beneath the shaking and crumbling earth and making the League look like a doll house. Bloody hell. She might have played at being prince to Bianca’s princess, but this was a bit much.
“I will end Pokémon slavery and keep humans from where they could hurt Pokémon.”
N rose up on the back of the Dragon, but Touko stayed standing in its presence. Was it the Stone in her possession giving her that power this time? Know what to expect? Alder didn’t.
It was unlikely he could stand under his own power in general, and Touko rushed to catch him. Someone got there before her-Cheren, running up from behind her.
“Alder!” he cried, practically colliding with the man to get a shoulder under him. “Are you alright? I mean, of course you’re hurt, are you severely injured and in need of medical attention? Do your Pokémon need healed? I’m sorry I’m late. Do you--”
“Cheren, I’ll be fine. I’m not dying.” Alder smiled a little, though there was blood staining his teeth from a cut on his forehead dripping down his cheek and long hair.
Cheren kissed him, clumsily and impulsively. “I was worried,” he said in embarrassment and tried to pull away from the man, somewhat complicated by the fact he was the only thing holding him up and had his other hand tangled in his hair.
Alder got one hand on his shoulder and one behind his neck to stop him and pulled Cheren back in for a much longer, lingering kiss. Alder was obviously rather good at this from how Cheren’s eyes rolled back and he ended up clinging to him as much as the other way around.
Touko found herself unable to blink let alone look away. She wasn’t even sure what Alder meant by it. She wasn’t even worried about how much older he was, because she’d always thought of Cheren as the mature one well beyond their years who knew his own mind. For all she knew Alder thought of this as part of his responsibilities as Champion to the mental state of any person in Unova.
“Touko.” She started. Right, she remembered why she was there. “Go. Convince him that some Pokémon can make some people happy and some people can make some Pokémon happy.”
“Remember how we got here, everything that’s happened since Professor Juniper brought these Pokémon to your house. We’ve gotten stronger not just as trainers but as people, but we did it because we were trainers.
She nodded and ran up, up, up.
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([S] Hero: Ascend)
So Touko was surprised by how easily she defeated the Elite Four, but knew she shouldn’t be. This was not the struggle her life had been leading up to, merely the prelude. That was to come.
“Alder! N!” she yelled between pants as she ran up countless stairs to reach the Champion. Who’d built this damn thing, someone who wanted the challenger to be too tired out to fight at the top?
Normally two challengers wouldn’t have been allowed to enter at once, but the entrance had been discretely left open for her. She wasn’t really a challenger to the Champion today anyway.
“You’ve lost, Champion. You let yourself get soft, falter in your conviction.”
With nothing to do but run, Touko could wonder. What made some people’s dreams stronger than others? Didn’t everyone think they were the hero of the story, have something they wanted with their whole heart if tested, even if it was just to live? Was conviction alone enough or would the strongest of dreams still fall to superior might?
No matter. With the other Dragon, she’d have equal might and her conviction was stronger--N wanted to be persuaded, while she only wanted to win.
“Alder!” He was in bad shape, burnt, bruised, and bleeding and pressed into a broken stone pillar by N’s elbow at his throat. “N, stop!”
“Touko, I’m so glad to see you, and with the Stone.” He smiled innocently despite the layer of ash and specks of blood upon him and seemed to loose all interest in Alder. “Everything’s finally ready for our ultimate duel. But I think the power to revolutionize the world demands a castle. Watch,” he said with child-like glee.
Touko had thought herself immune to awe at architecture by that point, but then she’d never seen anything like the goliath castle rising from beneath the shaking and crumbling earth and making the League look like a doll house. Bloody hell. She might have played at being prince to Bianca’s princess, but this was a bit much.
“I will end Pokémon slavery and keep humans from where they could hurt Pokémon.”
N rose up on the back of the Dragon, but Touko stayed standing in its presence. Was it the Stone in her possession giving her that power this time? Know what to expect? Alder didn’t.
It was unlikely he could stand under his own power in general, and Touko rushed to catch him. Someone got there before her-Cheren, running up from behind her.
“Alder!” he cried, practically colliding with the man to get a shoulder under him. “Are you alright? I mean, of course you’re hurt, are you severely injured and in need of medical attention? Do your Pokémon need healed? I’m sorry I’m late. Do you--”
“Cheren, I’ll be fine. I’m not dying.” Alder smiled a little, though there was blood staining his teeth from a cut on his forehead dripping down his cheek and long hair.
Cheren kissed him, clumsily and impulsively. “I was worried,” he said in embarrassment and tried to pull away from the man, somewhat complicated by the fact he was the only thing holding him up and had his other hand tangled in his hair.
Alder got one hand on his shoulder and one behind his neck to stop him and pulled Cheren back in for a much longer, lingering kiss. Alder was obviously rather good at this from how Cheren’s eyes rolled back and he ended up clinging to him as much as the other way around.
Touko found herself unable to blink let alone look away. She wasn’t even sure what Alder meant by it. She wasn’t even worried about how much older he was, because she’d always thought of Cheren as the mature one well beyond their years who knew his own mind. For all she knew Alder thought of this as part of his responsibilities as Champion to the mental state of any person in Unova.
“Touko.” She started. Right, she remembered why she was there. “Go. Convince him that some Pokémon can make some people happy and some people can make some Pokémon happy.”
“Remember how we got here, everything that’s happened since Professor Juniper brought these Pokémon to your house. We’ve gotten stronger not just as trainers but as people, but we did it because we were trainers.
She nodded and ran up, up, up.
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