Chapter 32:XX. Back from the dead: Lust and Chaos
"This is so delicious!" exclaimed Misty.
"Glad you like it." said Brock as he gave Misty a warm smile.
"You should open a restaurant instead of a clinic! I can't believe what meals you two can come up with together!" said Misty.
"I don't think it's that good..." said Delia.
All three of them sat in a very familiar house in Pallet Town enjoying the food Brock, with Delia, made. And yes, it is delicious. Delia and Brock alone could give the best chefs around the world a hard time in cook-offs. And when they combine their culinary knowledge, even a five-star chef would be trembling before their cook-off.
Misty and Brock arrived 5 hours ago. When they reached Delia's house, they didn't expect her to be in her backyard, looking at the tombstones of her late husband and Ash. Misty and Brock thought they weren't heard when they reached her. They thought wrong. Without turning to face them, she asked both of them, if she should add another one. Another tombstone, this time for Cynthia.
Brock and Misty were completely caught off guard. Delia, feeling their surprised looks upon her, gave them the letter she received from Carolina. Both gym leaders didn't know what to do or say. It was all so sudden.
Delia again saw their discomfort and apologized for asking such questions and welcomed them in her home. Especially Misty, to which she showed she really does appreciate that even she came to visit her with Brock.
To get rid of the sad atmosphere in the air, Brock suggested they do what they do best. Cook. Delia gladly took the offer and began cooking with Brock as Misty went to say hi to the Oaks and Tracey at the lab.
The Oaks and Tracey were very glad that Misty showed up. It had been so long since they last saw her. Especially Daisy, who was very glad because she doesn't encounter many girls in her job, so she could finally talk to someone about things she can't with her grandfather or brother.
And a few hours later, Misty came back as Brock and Delia were finishing their curry. And to say it was delicious would be an insult to the food. It was indescribable. This is a dinner of Champions.
"Shush. The meal is amazing. I have never eaten anything like this. Your cooking skills really improved in those few years. Both of yours." said Misty, as she took another big bite of easy chickpea curry with coconut rice Brock and Delia made.
"Thank you." both of them said in unison sitting at the small table in Delia's kitchen.
"So. Misty. What have you been up to during these three years." asked Delia curiously.
"Nothing much. Battling challengers and giving performances with my sisters." said Misty, slowly clearing her plate of the deliciously spiced curry.
"I think that's plenty of things." said Delia with a smile.
"Mime Mr. Mime!" Mimey, sitting with them at the table, joined the conversation agreeing with Delia cheerfully.
"I nearly forgot again!" exclaimed Misty as she dropped the fork and ran through her raincoat/jacket until finally, she pulled a ticket.
"For you, Delia. A little gift." she said handing Delia the ticket.
Seeing the ticket, Delia turned to Brock and immediately tried to give the ticket to him. But Brock reached into his green, thick vest and pulled a dozen tickets from his pocket.
"I have more than enough Delia. This one's for you." said Brock with a smile, waving the tickets in front of Delia's face and then putting them back inside his jacket.
"Should have figured you already had one." chuckled Delia.
"I hope this does not mean you don't wanna come, Delia. I would be really happy if you would show up. The Oaks and Tracey are going too." said Misty when she saw the initial reaction to the gift.
"I will. Don't worry. I just thought Brock deserved to be there more than I am. I mean. I never spend to much time with you, Misty." said Delia.
"I know." said Misty sadly. But right after it, she spoke again, now with confidence.
"And that is what I want to change. I want to spend more time with both of you. I owe it to him." she said. Looking out of the kitchen window. She knew that she will not see anything except a night sky and a meadow. But what she was picturing in her head is the tombstones below the window.
"We all owe Ash a lot of things..." said Brock sadly.
The trio then resumed in eating their curry in an uncomfortable silence. And when they finished the dinner, the silence was even more awkward. In the end, Delia was the one who decided to break it.
"So, I heard rumors that there is going to be a big championship held here in Kanto. Do you know anything about it?" asked Delia.
"I heard from dad that it's going to be the biggest tournament yet. But I don't know any details. What about you, Misty?" asked Brock. His father truly did not share with him much. If that is because his father does not have the information about the event, Brock did not know. But Misty could since she is a gym leader and they are involved in these type of things heavily.
"I do. The league sent emails to Gym leaders with some information. Like that they would appreciate help in building the stadiums on Chrysanthemum Island. Being in the advertisement. And all in all, promote the championship. The email said that Charles Goodshow, with Scott, is going to announce all the details regarding this championship one month from now on the national broadcast everywhere. So yeah, it's going to be big." said Misty
"Sounds great. And will you two enter?" asked Delia clapping her hands together.
"I will./I won't." The two young trainers answered at the same time. Delia at the table raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Why not, Brock?"
"Yeah, Why? You are one of the strongest gym leaders I know. You would put on quite a show." asked Misty.
"I am not a gym leader anymore, Misty. I never really was. I do not like battling. I am and always will be a Pokemon breeder and doctor foremost. There is no reason for me to enter." replied Brock to the two curious women in front of him.
Misty could just sadly sigh at Brock's answer. She knew why though. Without Ash, the thrill of the fighting was gone. At least for Brock. And partly, even in her.
All the trainers that come into her gym are just so predictable. Coming to her with a bunch of electric and grass type Pokemon that she slowly forgot the names of the fire Pokemon that exists. That's why those gym battles are so boring. Always the same. Always going for the type advantage. There is nothing wrong with thinking ahead like this. It means the challengers use their heads. But still... There is no excitement when you can predict nearly everything.
"Huh?" said Brock.
Misty lifted her head and looked at Brock who was now looking at his phone. The phone was ringing.
"Something important?" asked Delia who was now observing Brock and his phone too.
"Umm... Maybe? I don't know. It's a new number... Could be a new patient... Excuse me for a minute." said Brock as he took his phone and went out of the kitchen to deal with whatever was calling him.
"Delia... Are you okay? After all that happened?" asked Misty when Brock disappeared out of the kitchen.
"That is a sudden question to ask." replied Delia.
"I am sorry if it came out rude. But. You were silently watching the tombstones in your backyard. And to me, it seemed like you were there for quite a while."
Delia sighed and answered. "Just reminiscing of the old times. Yes... I am fine. It's Cynthia's grandmother who I am worried about."
Though she said she was fine, Misty didn't buy it. Delia stood at the tombstones when they arrived and asked them if she should add another tombstone next to her husband and Ash. That would not be so bad, but the tone in which she said it. That is what worried Misty.
"I am sure she has some friends that help her out." said Misty.
"I am not so sure about that. She buried herself in work." replied Delia.
"Everybody deals with grief differently... Just know this. We are here to help, Delia. If you will need help with anything, do not hesitate to ask." said Misty sadly.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." said Delia with a sad smile on her face.
The two women heard footsteps approaching. And in the next second, Brock came back through the doorway
And his face wore a surprised expression.
"That was fast." said Misty causally.
"What was it about?" asked curious Delia.
"Umm... I got a special request to heal a certain Pokemon." said Brock still wearing surprised face.
"Which one?" asked Misty.
"It's a Seviper."
"And what is so special about that?" asked Misty with a raised eyebrow. Seviper? Special Pokemon? From when? But maybe it's the condition the Seviper is in that is 'special'.
"It's the person who owns the Seviper. The Pike Queen Lucy."
Pike Queen. Misty heard that name somewhere... but where? Misty is almost certain that she has something to do with Pokemon battles. Tough Pokemon battles. For no beginners. Something more challenging than the Gym battles. But there is only one place... Of course!
"That Lucy? From the Battle Pike?" gushed Misty.
"I am as surprised as you are." Brock said. He really was. He hadn't heard from her in a long time. Heck, last time he saw her was more than 3 years ago when Ash battled her.
"What happened to the Seviper? Is it serious?" Delia asked worriedly.
"Not at all. At least from what I know. Just a classic fever. Her Seviper should be fine in no time, but I don't know why she would call to me out of all the people because of something trivial like this. Even you, Delia, would identify it as a simple fever. And what is even more confusing is why to go all the way to Pewter City just because of it. There are dozens of hospitals and Pokemon centers all around the Battle Pike. And how did she get my number? She reqe..." Brock continued with his questions.
"I think you are overthinking the situation you are in, Brock." chuckled Delia who interrupted Brock.
"Huh? These are very logical questions, Delia. Don't know why that is funny." replied Brock, frowning at Delia. Misty, sitting right across from Delia, nodded in agreement with Brock. Logical question indeed.
"They are logical. I am not denying that. But you will not find the answer with logic to those questions." said Delia cryptically.
"Then will you tell me what this is about, Mrs. Clairvoyant?" Brock sarcastically replied.
"Gladly. But I need to make sure that I am not feeding you with nonsense first. Was there something unordinary in your talk with Lucy?" asked Delia.
"Unordinary?... No. I don't think so. Simple talk about Seviper's condition." said Brock with a thumb under his chin thinking about the whole conversation. Misty mimicked Brock and she also tried to find the answer to this riddle that Delia provided. "How could Delia know what is going on? She didn't even hear the phone talk between them!" Brock thought.
"Really? Not even the manner how she spoke to you? No unexpected pauses? Stutters? Or signs of nervousness?" Delia, with a smug smile, asked the two young people in front of her. She could see the gears turning inside their heads.
"Hmm... Well. She stuttered for a bit when she asked me if she could go and see me at my clinic with Seviper. And even more so when she asked if I could check her own condition as well." said Brock. Not that it was anything new. A lot of girls were nervous when a young man like Brock has to do a regular check-up on them since both parties are so young. It was not comfortable for both of them though. Brock has to always restrain from doing his usual shenanigans with girls, rings and flowers. He would lose his license very quickly doing something improper in that regard. Now that he thought about it, he should just went with the degree for Pokemon doctor and not a human doctor one as well.
"Now Brock, what happened the last time you saw her?" asked Delia still wearing the smug smile on her face.
"Nothing unusual. We met her. I did my... usual thing. Got dragged away by my ear. Did my usual thing again... Got dragged away by Max again... And again." said Brock sadly. Maybe he should skip that part. "Then Ash battled her, beaten her and we were on our way for the next frontier symbol or the contest ribbon. Don't know what it was now exactly from the two. My memories are a little hazy in that regard." Brock told the rest of the story.
"That was a very short summary of what happened. I have to tell, Ash was much better storyteller than you are Brock." said Delia leaning back on her chair and crossing her arms. She remembers every detail of every journey Ash took. Not that it was that hard. Ash made sure she would not miss a single day of their journey with his narration. Repeating the same stories for days. Of course, he always avoided the ones where he got himself in danger. Which now seemed like he didn't tell her more than the half of the things that happened to him. Arceus above, what would she give to hear those stories again from her energetic son...
"Than... How did Ash describe the encounter to you?" asked Misty breaking the silence that followed after saying Ash's name.
"Well. To Ash, Lucy seemed... weird. You see, every time you did your thing, as you are putting it." said Delia making a small waving gesture with her hand. "And when Max was dragging you away, Ash noticed that Lucy was blushing while you tried to charm her, but what caught him off guard was that unlike the girls before, she didn't outright reject you after your blunt confessions. Or was shocked by them for that matter. Rather, she seemed very happy" said Delia.
"Delia! Are you seriously thinking that? Lucy? She is one of the most stone faced person I heard of! I don't believe that." Misty blurted out out of nowhere. Seems like the first one got the memo.
Delia only smiled again. "Well. That just further proves it. Stone-faced Pike Queen is all blushing and nervous around Brock. I think it's clear what is happening here to all of us."
Misty looked at Brock who was getting confused more and more as the conversation was going on. A smile spread across her face. It was about goddamn time for some girl to give Brock a chance. Misty's hand slid inside her jacket and when she pulled her hand out, another ticket for her performance was in her hand.
"I think you are gonna need one more after all." she offered another ticket to Brock. Brock dumbly looking at the ticket before him was still thinking hard what this all means. It took few seconds for Brock to get out of his confused state and jump right into the shocked one.
"What?! Lucy? She... You really think that she has a crush on me?!" Brock yelled out unintentionally as a small blush appeared on his cheeks.
Delia chuckled again. "Maybe. Maybe it's past a simple crush. Who knows. So Brock. Tell me about her. I want to know what you think of her."
And so a big conversation about Brock's love life began. Unfortunately, females in the kitchen were very persistent to know every detail of what he thought of Lucy. He couldn't tell them much about her since they spoke only for brief moments. But one thing he remembers very clearly is she was hot. Still is if the photos on the League website are actual. And she is not afraid to show it. She still wears a very revealing clothing. Ladies in the kitchen teased him a lot when they found that out.
"That's enough! I don't know anything else!" Brock yelled out desperately.
"What do you think Misty? Can we get anything else from him?" asked Delia.
"Yeah. I think he had enough." replied Misty.
"Why are you questioning only me? What about your love life?! Why are we not talking about that?" asked Brock.
"Because there is nothing to talk about. Forever single." said Misty in a tone that suggested that she isn't even bothered by that fact. "And what about you, Delia. You have been out of the game for a long time. I think it's time to get back in. You still have it." said Misty teasingly.
"No." was a sudden, short, quick and dark response from Delia. Even when Misty was surprised by the unfriendly response, she wasn't going to drop the topic.
"You still do. I think it would be better if you moved on Delia. You ca..."
"No." was a quiet response from Delia.
Brock was observing this with a keen eye. The mood turned very quickly into this intense atmosphere. He should probably stop it. Delia never likes to talk about her husband and moving on from his death. He didn't know how to help her. He tried to be nice. But maybe what she needs is someone like Misty to push her out of the comfort zone.
"Delia. I... I am not saying to forget your husband or anything like that. It's just. You still are young. And living alone will do no good for you. We are just worried about you." said Misty looking at Brock who was supporting her with just the look on his face.
"Says someone who stays single." retorted Delia.
"I am like that. However, you are the motherly and caring type. This lonely single life doesn't suit you. You can always try to find someone else. You wi-"
"I CAN'T!" yelled out Delia surprising everyone in the room with the strong desperate yell that filled the kitchen.
"Delia. Of course, you can. Nobody will be mad if you will. I am sure that Richard and Ash would want that for you and not be depressed all the time." Brock got up and put a hand on Delia's shoulder trying to calm her down. This was getting out of the control. Brock knew this was a sensitive topic, but he didn't expect this outburst.
"You two don't understand. I can't even if I tried to." said Delia, quietly, as her eyes began glistering and a sad expression conjured.
"What are you talking about?" asked Brock.
Delia now saw that both of them were observing her with curious eyes. Delia sighed and stood from her chair. Brock and Misty expected her to leave after the outburst, but Delia lifted her pink blouse and tucked her right side of the skirt down slightly. Brock's eyes widened when he saw Delia do this, and even more so when he saw something that stopped every word he wanted to say to her.
"A tattoo?" said Misty not knowing what to make of this.
"That's not a simple tattoo Misty." said Brock when he saw the tribal dark blue tattoo that Delia wore on the lower side of her right abdomen. The tattoo was dim and barely visible. But he knew what the tattoo meant.
"I can't fall in love again because of this." Delia said sadly. Brock immediately began asking questions.
"Wait! This should be only on Aura Guardians! In the books it is-"
"Books don't tell you the whole story, Brock."
"What is going on?!" asked Misty, who was still left in the dark and could only look at the weird tattoo that Delia was still showing to the duo.
"That's not a tattoo, Misty. It's the mark that only Aura Guardians have when they fall in love. Well, that's what the book said anyway." said Brock.
"What do you know about Aura Guardians, Delia?" asked Brock. How could he be so stupid and never piece that information together?! It is so obvious now! Of course, the best source of information about them is the woman that married to one!
Delia covered the mark and sat back down on the chair as the two humans and Mimie were carefully observing her. Time to tell them everything. "Brock. I read the Crimson Decade book too. And it is pretty accurate for the most part about Aura Guardians. Even when that information is limited. But what it never says is what do the women Aura Guardians fall in love with go through. And what I and many other women before me went through is all connected to the mark I showed you." Delia paused for a moment to catch a breath. She raised her hand and raised four fingers.
"There are actually 4 stages of this mark that affect our behavior. The first stage in the book is described as a sometimes shining light on the Aura Guardian bodies with no mark on their abdomens. Richard called it a 'Choosing phase'. But don't be fooled, even when the Aura mark is not visible, it's still there, under the skin, unseen by human and Pokemon eyes. This mark appears when the Aura Guardian is entering his puberty. However, it appears not only on the Aura Guardians but on the person of the opposite sex he is most attracted to too. In this stage, only the males behavior slightly changes. He will become more and more attracted to his female counterpart as the time is progressing. It's called the choosing part because of one simple thing. The females are not bound to the Aura Guardian yet. Unlike Aura Guardians, they have a choice they are not even aware of. Either to choose the Aura Guardian or someone else." said Dela making another pause for recollecting her thoughts. Both Misty and Brock were listening to every bit Delia had to say.
"If they choose someone else, they will doom the Aura Guardian to a life without love. But. If they will choose the Aura Guardian, the second stage will begin. The 'Lust phase' as Richard called stage will begin when the female will finally admit that she loves the Aura Guardian. That can take place anytime from one day to one decade to happen. Depends on the woman. When that happens, the mark that I showed you will be burnt on their bodies. Female with the right side of the abdomen and male with the left side. And unlike mine, they are not blunt and faded, but in a rich, deep blue color. And when only the Aura Guardians suffered from their feelings in the first stage, now the emotional turmoil will happen to both parties. I remember that moment with Richard very well." Delia reminisced.
"He became very... possessive of me. You should see his face, when on my birthdays someone gave me a peck on the cheek. I could feel his death stare on those men that dared to kiss me like that." Delia chuckled slightly to her memory. "Can't tell them what he did to me in the bedroom after though." Delia thought and blushed when she remembered what a bed beast Richard turned into when his possessive nature took over him.
"A-Anyway." Delia snapped out of her thoughts. "As Guardians became possessive, their female counterparts became as equally possessive. However, females didn't act on it as much as Aura Guardians, rather they were just really jealous when someone dared to oogle their precious man. Nothing really unusual from the normal point of view. However, for females, there was another thing. Since Aura is connected to emotions, and primarily to love, their love for the Aura Guardian skyrockets when the mark appears. That will happen to Aura Guardians too, but unlike Aura Guardians who have a great control over this power and emotions, the chosen female counterparts aren't as lucky. So, their lust and... libido" Delia chose the words carefully. "will rise significantly too. Their women will even go 'into the heat' once a month. Crazy times for the wives of the Aura Guardians." said Delia with the red face. Arceus, describing this phase to Misty and Brock is really embarrassing. Even their faces are red.
"A-Anyway, this whole lust madness will stop when the two of them enter the third phase. The 'New Life phase'. The difference between the other two and this phase is that this phase is only temporary. Once the female becomes pregnant, the mark will now be enveloped in the blue neon light. And it will be slowly increasing its brightness with every day closer to the labor. During this time, both parents will become very protective of the child. The two of them will become inseparable during this time. Aura Guardians will have this complex to watch every step of their partners to ensure that nothing happens to both the baby and the woman. Sometimes it is even a little creepy. It's very interesting how much power then the females have over the Aura Guardians in this time frame. When I expected Ash, I could tell Richard that I have a fancy for watermelon in the middle of winter and he would go for it to the end of the world if that would be what it took to get it without a question. On the other end, the mothers, according to Richard, are smiling day and night and are seen with hands on their bellies most of the time. There will be a big pride in the fact that the women are pregnant with the baby. And when the prideful mother finally gives birth to her son, she will retort back to the lustful women she was before with the tattoo returning to the dark blue color too. Though the lust for their man won't be so crazy as it was before. This cycle of lust and pregnancy will repeat itself until the fourth stage. The stage I am in." Delia said sadly.
"The last stage comes when one of the partners dies. The 'Suffering phase'. The mark will not disappear, only lose color a bit. However, the feelings that come with the mark will never dull or disappear. Once the mark appears on your body, you two are bound for life. And not even death breaks this bond. That's why I can't. I am unable to fall in love again. I am bound to love only Richard. And... truth be told, I don't mind that. Maybe that's the Aura talking through me, but I don't care. I know that I won't be happy without him or Ash by my side, so there is no point in trying to find someone else." Delia finished her long explanation to both of them.
"I... I don't know what to say..." said Misty. What can you even say to that?
"So you knew the truth about the Aura Guardians all this time..." said Brock dumbfounded just as Misty was.
"Yes. I didn't tell anyone because Richard asked me too. These secrets were passed down for generations in Aura Guardians families. But now, when there aren't any Aura Guardians left, I think I can let it out so at least a piece of their story will be revealed." said Delia. Delia hoped that she would not need to tell Ash about the fact that he was an Aura Guardian. That he could have a happy life even when he chose a girl that didn't want him. After his death, she realized how silly she was. For a few chosen ones it's a blessing. But for some, it's a curse.
1 month later
"It's happening again..." thought Ash still lying in the sleeping bag with his eyes closed.
It was early in the morning. Well, Ash thought it was since he felt really sleepy when he woke up in the Haven. Hard to tell time when you are locked inside the cave for so long. But what was more important was the fact that his thigh is wet. Again.
"I thought that she kept records of her cycle after the first incident." sighed Ash quietly. Poor Cynthia couldn't look him in the eyes when it happened. Funnily enough, Cynthia was more disgusted by what happened than Ash was. He saw it as another bodily fluid that body has to release in order to function properly. Like sweat or saliva. It took a long embarrassing conversation to make Cynthia smile again. He didn't even tease her on this topic since she was so disgusted by herself and that Ash has seen it. And worse, his pants in which he slept in were covered by it.
"Well, now for round two. Time to prepare some soothing words, Ash. Hmm... Maybe I should stick to the old way I dealt with it. Just a bodily fluid. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not like you wet yourself... Yeah, that could work again... Nah. I still need a plan B. She will have a counter-argument to make herself feel worse. So-" he thought but was interrupted when he felt the wet area grinding against his leg.
Wait a minute. The warmth she was emitting was increasing at a very fast rate. The Aura sense which was active with his eyes closed was blinded by it completely. That's not how Aura usually works when he wakes up.
"Aaaah..."
Was that a moan? And not the usual kind of moan?! He heard Cynthia near him. Breathing. No Panting. The pants of the kind, he never heard from her before.
"This is not happening... No way..." thought Ash. He had to open his eyes because his Aura sense was kinda overwhelmed.
With open eyes, Ash realized now what was happening. And his face turned red. How long was it since he blushed out of embarrassment again? It's one thing to tease Cynthia about things like this. But actually happening, that's a whole 'nother matter.
Ash, with a jerky movement, turned his head to face Cynthia. Now seeing the expression on her face, there was no doubt of what was happening. Ash had his leg between Cynthia's crotch, and her crotch was slowly increasing it's grinding against Ash's thigh. This, of course, caused Ash junior to wake up too.
"Aaaahhhh!" Cynthia's voice made itself heard again. Now with a higher pitched tone.
Ash just lied there, unable to do anything as Cynthia continued to grind against his leg increasing the pace with each second.
Ash released a quiet grunt when Cynthia dug her nails into his back. How did she even managed to get her hands behind his shirt? Ash could just lie there, on his side, with his back against Cynthia like a stone unable to do anything as Cynthia was continuing her ministrations.
"Calm down, Ash. Calm down. Don't panic. It's just a girl grinding against your leg. You have been through torture, hellish training and nearly died on several occasions. If I can keep a straight face there, what is one girl's wet dream compared to that? Just calm down..." blushing Ash tried to calm himself with deep breaths.
"Mour...Aaaagh Aghh!"
"That's not helping Cynthia!" Ash yelled inwardly as Cynthia movements now were very fast and she clutched to his back like some Silcoon to a tree. With nails deep inside Cynthia began to drag them down, creating lines with small drops of blood on his back. Not that it hurt Ash really.
Ash didn't even dare to look what was going under the sleeping bag. It is enough just to feel not only Cynthia's slit pressed against his thigh but her soft, pillow-like breast as well. Not to mention those big mounds of soft flesh has a small hardened point which Ash can feel too. No need to get junior excited more. This is more than enough.
One thing he knows for sure is that they will need to clean the sleeping bag very carefully. His thigh is completely soaked through and through and not to mention, Cynthia's underwear is so wet he feels the small slit behind the black panties like there was nothing between their bodies. And bathrobe is similarly wet. If she had a longer bathrobe, this wouldn't be so embarrassing. Or if she at least buttoned up the lower half.
Cynthia's movements increased even more and the pants were now some incoherent words he had trouble deciphering. Suddenly Cynthia's whole body began twitching and she pressed herself against him even more. Ash's eyes widened when he realized what will happen next.
"Quietly Cynthia. OK? Please? We don't need our Pokemon to ever know about this." Ash wished. He could just silence her with his hand, but he was still too shocked to do anything.
And then Cynthia finally reached her peak. Ash could feel how her nails draw some blood from his back as she clung to him almost painfully and shaking uncontrollably. The damp in her panties opened and more bodily fluid escaped on Ash's thigh. All of this was unfortunately accompanied by a very loud scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Cynthia released the biggest scream Ash heard in his whole life.
"So she is a screamer... Great..." Ash thought sarcastically. Ash could already see how other Pokemon on the other side started to wake up. Well. Since she woke their Pokemon up, explanation falls on her. This is all on you, Cynthia.
Cynthia still clung to him panting like she has run all the way from Kanto to Sinnoh. Slowly her visible grey eye opened. Expression dazed, tired and even slightly confused. Ash was wondering if he should speak first or let her figure out what happened. And Ash being Ash, he decided to listen to the theater that will unfold.
Meanwhile inside Cynthia's dream
Cynthia was lying down in her villa in Pallet Town on the bed reading a book about some gardening tips for the very beginners. The evening this day was very calm, soothing with the moon shining brightly and illuminating her bedroom through the window. Suddenly she heard keys opening the door to her vila.
"I don't remember giving anyone the keys." she thought.
She put the book on the nightstand, stood up from the bed and prepared Garchomp's pokeball to shoo the burglar away. As she was waiting she heard footsteps coming to her bedroom. Ready to fight she was prepared to attack this unwanted guest. However, as soon as the door opened, she saw Ash standing there. Now in his signature cloak, black long hair, and beard.
"Hey there, darling." he said to her.
"Da- Darling? Wha- What? What are you doing here?!" she asked putting the pokeball back on the nightstand with the other ones. What is happening? And how DARE he call her darling?!
"Well. When mom and little Richard are together, I become an unwanted guest very fast. So I came back earlier." He said with a chuckle.
"Little Richard?" asked Cynthia completely confused about what was happening.
"Don't worry. He will be fine. We will get him back by the end of the weekend. Can't have him spoiled by my mom too much now can we?" he said.
"End of the weekend?" she asked. What day is now anyway?
"Of course just for a weekend. He can't be without his mommy very long. And I bet you can't be gone for too long without your beloved son too." Ash chuckled again now hanging his cloak and scarf on the hook on the wall near the entrance to her bedroom.
Mommy? Son? Wait. Wait. Wait! She is a mother? Since when? How long? How old is even little Richard? And when did she and Ash even make Richard?
As Cynthia's mind stopped for a moment, Ash threw his shirt away kicked his pants off and slowly approached Cynthia. Cynthia realized this too late and Ash was slowly pushing her back on the bed until she fell backward and Ash was very close on top of her.
"Now. Since we have some time for ourselves. What do you say we finally make the best of it and make little Richard a younger brother." Ash said in a very seductive and unusual tone for Ash to speak.
It was now she realized that she had her very revealing nightgown on and that Ash wore only his trunks. A great blush appeared on her cheeks and she could only stutter out a response.
"L-Like. R-Right now?" she asked.
Really? That is the question she wanted to ask? Not why was he here? What is going on? When did they make a son? Just when they are going to do it? There is a slight problem. She has never done it. How could she be the mother? Nothing made sense!
"Well, since you are so adorably blushing and you are eagerly waiting for me in these provocative clothes, I say why wait. You seem to already be in the mood." he said.
Cynthia, still red in the face, could only watch that beautiful pair of blue eyes on top of her as she tried to think rationally at this moment. But her chain of thoughts were quickly interrupted as Ash leaned to her for the kiss. Her eyes widened when he pressed his lips against hers. Cynthia didn't have the slightest clue what to do at this moment so she just let Ash lead the way. Maybe she should push him away, but then again, she wanted this badly. So why deny it to her.
Accepting what was going on, she put her hands behind his neck and pressed his lips more against hers. Ash pulled back just so their lips where few centimeters apart.
"Well, well, well. Someone's eager tonight." he said with a cheeky smile. Cynthia, on the other hand, could only watch with a red face as Ash's Aura filled eyes were looking at her.
"Do not worry darling. I will not let you wait any longer." he said caressing her hair slowly. Ash gave her a quick peck on the nose, then on the lips and the chin. And just like this, he made his way slowly lower and lower down her body.
Breathing was out of control for Cynthia. She was breathing nervously with anticipation what will come next. Ash slowly made his way towards her neck and at the bottom part, he playfully bit her, which cause unintentional loud moan escape from Cynthia.
When she looked down she saw Ash smiling at her moving lower and lower. She expected him to stop at her breasts, but Ash's head continued to go much lower.
"As expected, you are already soaked through and through." he said.
Just now Cynthia registered the warm, wet panties she wore and the wet area around her thighs. She shut her legs together and tried to get rid of the raising heat the was building inside her body. How did it come to this? She feels so powerless right now. Not in a bad way. She is sure if she would say Ash to stop, he would have. But something was stopping her from saying it.
"Come on, darling. No need to hide this treasure from me." he said.
She wanted to answer but Ash kissed her belly button which resulted in another moan from her. His hands were slowly caressing her thighs until she became powerless again. Wait! Does he have both hands? Before she could think about it more, however, Ash, seeing the opportunity, Ash slowly spread her legs open.
"Let's get rid of this. I bet it must feel uncomfortable wearing wet panties." he said.
And with one swift movement by his hand, they were gone. He didn't even bother to take them off or tucking them away. He destroyed the fabric that was blocking his view of not caring how much this black lacy beauty could cost.
"Bon appetite." he said, disappearing between her legs from her view.
With hazy mind, Cynthia didn't know what was happening all around her. Sweat was forming on Cynthia's skin as the situation on her bed got more and more intense. And then she felt how Ash kissed her slit. A wave of pleasurable tingly sensation ran throughout her whole body. Without a time to regain from the sensation, his tongue was running all over the sensitive area making Cynthia a moaning mess. And the fact that Ash's bristle lightly stung some sensitive areas created even more mess inside her mind, and even on the outside.
Hair stuck to her forehead, hands running all over the bed, legs hanging from the edge of the bed involuntary kicking the side of the bed. It was overwhelming and she tried to close her legs to give her some time to breathe, but Ash held her tightly on the spot without a chance to resist.
"A- Ash. Sto- I- No... Don't stoAAAAAAAP!" Cynthia yelled out arching her back when Ash licked a sensitive spot on her lower lips.
Her body by now was yearning for release. She tried to tell Ash to stick his tongue finally in, but she wasn't capable of forming words right now. Not even her hands could be raised and push Ash's tongue deeper. He was still lapping all around the entrance without pushing anything in. And even just that was driving her insane.
Ash increased his pace which resulted in an incoherent babble from Cynthia who couldn't even speak properly now. The only thing she was able to do was grabbing the sheets tightly, waiting for Ash to finally give bring her over the edge, and pushing her hips towards his mouth.
And as she wished, Ash flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. That would be more than enough to sent her over the edge, but Ash immediately after it, bit the small bundle of nerves on top of her entrance and her scream rang through the residence.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Cynthia was completely exhausted. Not even the longest run she had in her life could compete with this. Panting heavily, she slowly opened her eyes to regain from the incredible sensations that shot through her moments ago.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a black T-Shirt. A very familiar black T-Shirt near which she has been waking up for a month now. The shirt was illuminated by a small light emitting from the wall above her. A torch. "So it was a dream..." Cynthia realized she was in The Haven.
Still panting heavily she felt how her nails were holding something with a stone grip. It was a flesh. She quickly relaxed her hand hoping Ash wouldn't wake up. She was practically glued to him.
She slowly relaxed and released the convulse grip she had on Ash with nearly every part of her body. There was something wet between her legs. Very wet. Did she...
"Oh no." she thought.
That dream was much livelier than she initially thought. Ash can't wake up. No. She would have to kill him if he would know what happened. Luckily, it seemed like he was still sleeping.
"Good. Good. That's a good start. Now to get out of this sticky situation." panicked and flushed Cynthia thought, trying to find a good solution to this problem. There is no way Ash can find about this. He already is teasing her a lot. This would be like adding a fire to the sea of gasoline. She would never hear the end of it.
Cynthia slowly shifted in the sleeping bag and when she pulled her head from Ash's back she realized she wasn't alone. The whole crowd of Pokemon gathered around them watching Cynthia trying to get out of the bag.
"Uhmm... Hi guys. You need something?" she asked in a low tone trying to sound normal. But her tired voice was making it difficult. And the still rich sensation between her legs didn't help either.
"We heard a loud scream so we came to see what is happening. Are you OK?" Gardevoir through telepathy asked.
"Yeah. Yeah. Just a lively dream that's all." Cynthia said.
"Lux! Luxray Lux Lux Ray!" exclaimed Ash's Luxray from the crowd.
Cynthia slowly sat up in the sleeping bag, carefully hiding her lower body below the bag. It wasn't that hard to entangle herself from Ash without waking him up. You could scream into his ear while he is sleeping and he would still not wake up.
When Cynthia saw Gardevoir, Gardevoir had a small blush on her cheeks. "Uhmm... Lady Shirona. D- Did you. You know. Had your monthly problems again?" Gardevoir asked watching the ground below her nervously.
"W- what?! NO! Of course not. I- I know when that will happen again!" Cynthia shot back.
"So... D- did you. Wet yourself?" asked again Gardevoir.
"NO!" embarrassed Cynthia yelled out. What are these questions?! That seems mildly inappropriate to ask. And add to that it is Ash's bashful Gardevoir that has these questions is just much more surprising. From the crowd of Pokemon, she heard a loud sigh.
"Lady Shirona. We were worried when we heard your scream so we let Luxray use her eyes to check on you two. Luxray saw the wet area between your legs with her x-ray vision. She even said that if that's blood, there could be some major problems because you lost a lot of it by your species standards. So if you are wondering why all these obscene questions, here is the reason why." said Mewtwo stating the facts not caring about the uncomfortableness of the situation. Gardevoir walked around the bush anyway. They would be here an hour before Gardevoir would come to the conclusion.
Cynthia's face turned red again. How could she now explain this? If she didn't deny the fact its blood or urine, she could have an excuse. But now it was too late.
"W- Well. It's not blood. So there is nothing to worry about." Cynthia said.
"Pika pi pi Pikachu." said the yellow mouse. And by the expression, Cynthia knew that Ash's best buddy knew what happened. That damned sinister smile.
"Don't you dare Pikachu. You will not tell anyone a thing. If you do, I will convince Ash to not buy you any ketchup for the rest of your life." she threatened Pikachu, quickly putting on the Ice Queen facade.
Thankfully it worked and Pikachu didn't say a word after. Seems like when ketchup is at stake, Pikachu will behave. Good to know. The crowd around Ash's room felt silent until Mewtwo decided to start the day and everyone got back to their duties and activities. Cynthia wondered if he read her thoughts and decided to get her out of the embarrassing situation, or if he just acted on his schedule as he always does. Either way, She is grateful that it is taken care of. When that finally happened, Cynthia let out a big sigh of relief. Now just get out of the bag and act like nothing ever happened.
"I have to say, you are getting better and better at handling my Pokemon with each passing day. It takes a lot of authority to set Pikachu straight on his jokes and evil thoughts." said Ash still lying on his side in the sleeping bag with eyes closed.
Just by his tone, Cynthia knew she was in troubles. That smug smackable tone of his. That could mean only one thing...
"How long have you been awake?" she asked praying to Arceus that he wake up just now.
"Since you began so eagerly humping my leg."
"I- I have never humped your leg!" Cynthia raised her voice.
"Really? Because my wet leg says otherwise." Ash replied finally opening his eyes and sitting down in the sleeping bag very close to Cynthia.
"I-I-I... It's just..." Cynthia stuttered out. Goddamnit. Initially, she thought that by now she would get used to Ash's jokes and teases. But no, it is the same as it was the month ago. Still blushing and stuttering when Ash teases her.
On the contrary, Ash wasn't tying her up during his training sessions, since she has been 'a good girl' according to him. And she even had a few Pokemon matches against him when Ash's schedule was open. And man was he strong. Stronger than her. By a lot. So she trained her Pokemon when Ash was training. She wanted to watch Ash's training as Aura Guardian, but she couldn't. You see, when she wasn't tied up, Ash forbid her from watching his training. She got the answer on why a week ago, when she, despite Ash's ban, peaked on his training. Unfortunately for her, Ash sensed her with his Aura and he quickly stopped whatever he was doing and dressed up. She saw him only quickly put his long-sleeved black T-Shirt on and walk to her, asking her to not do that ever again in a scary deep voice.
However, she knows who Ash is and wasn't afraid of him. So when she confronted him about why is he so secretive with his training, Ash tried to dismantle the conversation between them. Cynthia was very persistent, knowing this was some personal problem she can help him with and not some Aura Guardian's secret. After some persuasion, Ash, even when he was still angry, told her exactly this.
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME LIKE THIS! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE MY SCARS. MY BURN MARKS! MY DISFIGURED BODY! I- I don't want you to see my weakness. I don't want anyone to see it..."
Then and there she realized why he never showed an inch of his skin apart from his face to her. Even when he went for a bath, he always emerged fully clothed. And in the night, even when his body was more warm than enough to sleep shirtless, he wore long-sleeved T-Shirts and pants.
A lot of convincing took place afterward. Telling him he has nothing to be ashamed of. That he survived something everyone else wouldn't have. That he should be proud, not ashamed. Then there was the thing that the scars actually added to Ash's sex appeal and not diminish it. But that may be just her. And she certainly can't say that to him when so many bad memories are connected to these scars. But still. The saying that 'Girls dig the scars' is more than true for Cynthia.
Now it made sense why she was never interested in the man that asked her out. All of them with perfect hairstyles, fancy clothes and sweet talking her with a bunch of crap. Just a load of compliments that she doubted were even in place half of the time.
The ones that asked her out could be compared to the knights in shining armor from fairy tales. Perfect men with perfect looks and behavior. Then there was Ash. A completely different story. He has to a knight in a shining armor as far as one can. He looks wild. Savage even. And scarred. But where the men before acted and looked like knights, Ash actually was one. Protecting the innocent and risking his life. Her mind came to an interesting conclusion. Ash wasn't a knight in a shining armor, but a knight in an old, worn out, bloodied, rusty armor that was used in a battle dozen of times already. Which for Cynthia was much, much more appealing than the other kind.
She used this analogy to get Ash back on the track. To not be ashamed of what happened to him and wear these scars with pride and not a shame. She even used the knowledge that her touch calms him down and she ran her finger across his eye scar to make him feel better. And it worked.
So from there, Cynthia was allowed to see how training of an Aura Guardian looked like. And finally, see Ash shirtless again which resulted in blushing cheeks and a heat between legs. She really dug those scars. Even more so when Ash showed what an Aura Guardian can do in a fight against a Pokemon. With one hand nonetheless. She doubted that Bruno from her own Elite four could beat him when she saw Ash's fast movements and acrobatic style of fighting. And Bruno mastered several martial arts already.
Ash is just so perfect. Or at least he has to closest qualities to a perfect man. She adores everything about him. Adores... Maybe that's not the right word. "Do... Do I really lov-"
"I think I broke her." Ash's voice broke her thoughts. Someone is waving a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?" asked Cynthia.
"Cynthia, you spaced out for more than a minute." Ash said.
"Ou. I- I am sorry." Cynthia apologized.
"Well, as long as you will wash the sleeping bag we will be just fine." Smiling Ash said.
Oh yeah. That's the situation they are in. She had some wet dreams in the past, but this one was the first where it felt real and very lively. How could she explain this to him?!
"Ash... I- I am sorry. I- I will wash the sleeping bag when you will be training. I-" Cynthia words caught up in her throat. She was about to promise it will not happen again. But how can she? She has no control over the dreams whatsoever. It COULD happen again!
"Cynthia. It's fine. Let's just say it is similar to my own morning problems leave it there."
"No it's not." she thought. Being aroused and actually start humping someones leg are completely different things.
"Now. I will close my eyes and give you one minute to change from your soaked underwear. So you better hurry." Ash said with a smirk. Cynthia without saying a word jumped from the sleeping bag and immediately changed.
"I can't beat them alone..." said Ash quietly.
It was evening already and Ash thought about Team Rocket. He has to act now. His training went really well so far. It was much easier to learn how to fight with one hand than he initially thought. All it took was to kinda re-program his brain to the fact that he can't punch anything with his left hand. However, that doesn't change the fact he is in a big disadvantage. Bo is useless. And even when the speed of his right hand now compensate for the loss of the left one, there are places where that is just not enough. The same with the Aura shield and sphere.
"Then don't do it alone. Let me help." said Cynthia near him as the big fireplace was burning and all the Pokemon were finishing the Pokemon food around the campfire.
So she heard him. Damn it.
"I can't. You have to stay safe." he said. "You are too important to me." Ash mumbled under his breath.
"And what about you and your safety? This is not the way Ash." Cynthia said. Ash could feel how she turned to him and was watching him. Although she turned to him, Ash didn't turn and continued to watch the campfire before him.
"My safety is not important. I have a purpose to fulfill. Even if that means I will have to die, I have to put an end to this. For Kanto. For Arceus. And for my dad." Ash said.
"Please, Ash. Your safety is important. It's important... to me. Very important. Y-You can't die. Please, let me help. Place me with your other Pokemon around the Team Rocket HQ and let me have the watch with them there. At least let me help this way." said Cynthia who was getting very emotional. Well, he plans on going to the Team Rocket HQ and finishes this in three days. It is probably getting to real for her. And to say the truth, for Ash it was getting too real too. He is rightfully nervous about this all. The horrors of what they did to him are still fresh.
"I can't let you be there alone. I don't want to see your lifeless body with a bullet hole through your head lying on the grass. I would never forgive myself. It is enough that I dragged you into this mess you should have never been part of in the first place. You should be in Pallet Town, enjoying time with my mom and others. Not here." said Ash with head hung low.
"I know. But I am here. So listen to me, please. Do you know how it is for me? I don't want to stay here and pray for your success. I want to help somehow. You helped me deal with the fact that I was considered dead and that I hurt a lot of people. Now let me help you to deal with Team Rocket. Go to the Police HQ and ask them for their aid too. Go to Charles and ask him for help too! Place all of us around the HQ and let us do at least something." pleaded Cynthia.
"As soon as I would go in, Jennys, Rangers, and Champions would follow me. They wouldn't respect my wish to stay out of it at all and more innocent people would die." said Ash looking at his missing hand.
"You are an Aura Guardian. They will respect your decision. You just need to give us a chance. And if you lose, it's irrelevant if we will be caught with you there, during the fight, or later when they will conquer Kanto. You can do no wrong if you let us help. And being around the HQ is not as dangerous as being inside." she said.
"Smart, beautiful, caring... You know. I am starting to think she is too good for a stubborn guy like you." said Pikachu jokingly.
"Yeah. Maybe you are right." answered Ash now averting his gaze from the fire to Pikachu who finished his bowl of Pokemon food.
"Sometimes you are too smart Cynthia..." Ash said, finally turning to her.
"So. Will you let us help you?" she asked him looking directly into his eyes hoping he would let her come. Cynthia knew very well, that being just around the HQ will not be enough for her. But Ash would not let her out of here otherwise. Just like she said, Ash is very important to her, and she will not let him go into the center of a crossfire alone. She just has to evade Mewtwo for these few days, and her little side plan won't be discovered.
Charles Goodshow was again buried in a bunch of paperwork in his fancy office. This whole Team Rocket thing, the Unova conference, Kalos league, Scott's championship, is all taking a toll on him. Not to mention that the news about Team Rocket and the Aura Guardian were released to the public. In addition the information about the death of Cynthia was released too. Which is still bothering him. Another sweet young child that death had taken away from this world. He is still looking for a suitable replacement for Cynthia as the Champion of Kanto. It is very hard to accept the fact that she is gone forever.
He didn't want to release the fact it was a murder and not an accident that killed Cynthia, but the information somehow leaked. And now, the streets are all empty in the night. Nobody dares to walk in the night through the streets of any town. In the day there are at least some people outside, but less than before. People have became very afraid.
Charles registered something that started playing outside. Suddenly, the whole bunch of trumpets rang all around the town announcing some grand arrival.
"Goddamnit what it is now?!" asked Charles.
Charles raised from his office chair and looked from the window. Ten floors below him, a fancy wine red chariot with hundreds of people playing trumpets and with two Rapidashes who pulled the chariot stopped in front of the Pokemon League building. From the gold decorated Chariot stepped out a beautiful young lady dressed in a pink long dress, platinum blonde long hair and a crown decorating her head. The 2 trumpet guys near the chariot took something from the back of the chariot and went to the doors of the chariot which pulled over.
"You have got to be kidding me..." sighed Charles. Now Arceus decided to throw the Queen into his load of things to sort out? Great! THIS IS COMPLETE FUCKING CHAOS!
A red carpet was rolled in front of the Queen and she gracefully walked on top of the carpet to the entrance as some people around on the street bowed before her presence. Some kids even got past her guards and give her some flowers they picked in the gardens in front of the building. This should slow the Queen down enough for Charles to quickly make his way downstairs.
"Mr. Goodshow! The Queen of Rota has arrived!" a young black haired lady stormed into Charles's office to deliver the news.
"I noticed. It's hard to miss an arrival like this, Donna." said Charles to his young, energetic secretary.
Charles went down and waited for the Queen to finally step into the building. What is it now? Charles hoped that she came to simply donate something to the Pokemon League or is here to help with the big Championship. But he knew very well that this will not be the case. She will need something. Like everyone else.
"I am starting to think I am too much of a good guy." he thought.
"How- How long do I have to bow? How do you EXACTLY bow? I- I have never been in front of the actual Queen." asked Donna who was lined up with Charles and another man in front of the reception where she spends most of her time.
"Just repeat what I will be doing and everything will be fine lady Donna." said the other man dressed in a fancy black suit. Reassurance and calmness radiated from him with loads of wisdom and experience.
Thank god Charles has Jacobson. He would forget to eat if it weren't for him. He is his right hand and even a butler. That is a ton of work, but there are not many people Charles trusts so he chose his most trusted (and only) friend for the job. And his wage very much compensates for the load of work Charles handed to him. Jacobson was a slender, tall, bald man and as old as Charles with big ocular glasses, which kind of fit in with his job.
The sliding door into the building finally opened and the Queen, with two roses in her hands, walked to the trio waiting for her. The three people were on their knees as soon as the Queen took her first step and walked towards them. Charles could hear how Donna was whispering something to Jacobson. Although he heard something was said, he never knew what it was.
"Good afternoon. Rise." said a sweet yet neutral tone of the Queen.
All three of them raised to their feet.
"What do I owe the pleasure that the Queen herself graced me with her presence." asked Charles trying to sound as polite as he could. The guards at Queen's every side looking as dangerous as they could with pokeballs on their belts and spear in hands.
"I heard some interesting rumors about the Aura Guardian. And I would like to hear more from the man who knows the most." said the Queen.
Of course, she would come because of that. Aura Guardians were part of Queen Rota for thousands of years. It's the thing they are probably most proud of. Aura Guardians, like sir Aaron and Ash Ketchum. But still. Why now?
"If that's the reason for your visit, I would ask you, your grace, to come with me to my office and we can discuss it there. I have few files that might interest you." said Charles.
He could refuse. But he doesn't have the energy to deal with it. Besides, Aura Guardians are the very essence of Kingdom of Rota. Protectors of that realm and greatest knights that ever existed. So why deny the Queen access to something that is connected to the history of her lands.
"Sir Henry. Sir Oliver. You can stay here. I would like to have a private conversation with Mr. Goodshow." Queen Ilene turned to her guards and politely asking them to stay.
"My Queen, are you sure? We are vowed to protect you at all times." the guard bowed and asked. He would have used more forceful tone, but that would not end well for him. It's their Queen after all.
"I am touched by your concern, but I will be alright. This is a very secure building." replied the Queen to which the two guards could only nod.
"Jacobson. Take care of the guards and bring them refreshments. I am sure that they are hungry after their long journey." said Charles.
"Right away, sir." retorted Jacobson. Even when they were friends, he referred to Charles by his first name only when they were alone. So after his polite reply, he took the guards away with him, even when it was clear in their expression that they didn't want to leave the Queen unguarded.
"Donna." said Charles. The poor girl was shaking with nervousness. Such presence must scare her to death...
"Y-Yes. Mr. Goodshow." she nervously answered.
"Bring me and the Queen some tea into the office." Charles said.
"Y-Yes." stuttered out the young girl and she quickly walked behind her counter and started to prepare some tea.
"Your grace, shall we?" asked Charles as he gestured to the elevator on his left. The Queen looked at the iron box on their left curiously. She is from a kingdom that doesn't use technology, so it's understandable she finds the elevator interesting. After some hesitation, the Queen eventually decided to get into the elevator. Charles pushed some buttons and the door closed behind them
"What's happening?!" asked the Queen, surprised when she felt the movement of the elevator. She clung to the walls of the elevator in fear.
"Your grace, this device is called an elevator. It pulls us up into the floor where I have my office automatically." explained Charles trying to sound as professional as he could. Even though he didn't show it, it was a truly funny sight, seeing the Queen grabbing the walls in fear of what was going on.
"..." the Queen didn't answer Charles.
She was like a startled Deerling when Charles looked at the young Queen. When the ‚ding' sound was heard the Queen got startled again. This was truly funny. Just like when he explained how microphones work when she was giving her speech. The look on her face was priceless.
"After you, your grace." said Charles as he gestured the Queen to leave the elevator.
The two high ranking people walked for some time before they reached Charles's office. Surprisingly, the Queen hadn't uttered a word about elevators. Acting as professionally as Charles was. Guess this is going to be one of those formal meetings for Charles.
"Your grace." Charles opened the door to his office and let the Queen in first. She again carefully examined every centimeter of the room when she entered. Charles pulled a chair for the queen and Ilene sat down. Charles sat down in his usual spot too and the talk could begin.
"Where can I leave these?" asked the Queen, showing the two roses she gets from the children that greeted her.
"Here, your grace." said Charles as he pushed the vase with various flowers in it on his table towards the Queen. The Queen inserted the two roses into the vase and looked back at Charles.
"Your grace, what do you want to know about the Aura Guardian we found?" asked Charles his voice neutral.
"Everything." she said. After a sigh from Charles, he told the Queen everything he could remember.
"Your grace. May I ask why are you so interested in this Aura Guardian?" asked Charles. He knew the Kingdom of Rota didn't have any Aura Guardians for at least 20 years. And nothing was pointing to the fact that they would want to have anything to do with this ancient order again. After all, the fact the two guards she brought with herself were called 'sirs', which was once a title only an Aura Guardian in the service of the Royal family could get was confirming his theory. So did something changed?
"Of course. It's because of this." she said and pulled a small old book out of her dress. She pushed it slowly to Charles and let it there. The book was old. Very old. The leather cover is creased, scratched with holes, even was torn on several places thanks to which Charles saw the old yellow paper underneath.
"You see after we found the letter from the Queen Rin, I became very interested in the history of my great grandmother. So I gave the order to scout my room through and through to find anything else related to her. And something was indeed found. This is her personal journal." she said.
Charles looking at the journal decided to open it. Unfortunately, it was written in a language which he didn't understand.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in, Donna." said Charles.
The door opened, Donna with eyes black as night brought a pot of tea on a plate to the office. Hands trembling and the plate clinging to the porcelain creating a lot of noise in the otherwise quiet office. Charles could not look at the struggling girl trying to bring the plate any longer, so he got up, walked to her and grabbed the plate.
"You can go, Donna. I will take it from here." said Charles to her with a warm smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Goodshow." she said with relief and gave the plate with the tea to Charles and sprinted away as soon as she could. Charles practically heard the gigantic boulder fall from the poor girl's heart. Turning to the Queen and the table again, he made his way back to the table, and seeing the Queen's light chuckle, he said.
"I apologize for Donna, your Grace. Donna is still young and fairly new here. And when you arrived, she became a nervous mess. I hope you understand." said Charles laying the plate on the table and he poured two cups of tea to both of them.
"It's alright." the Queen said with another small chuckle.
"So, the journal. It's written in an ancient language I suppose." said Charles looking at the pages of the journal. The Queen took a sip of her cup of tea and talked.
"Yes. It is written in a language that only a few people in my kingdom speak. So, my translator already translated the whole journal to me. There are various things written from the earliest years of Queen Rin's life till the very last days, and of course, Rin's tragic romantic relationship with sir Aaron and the loveless marriage that followed afterward." said Queen Rin.
"My ancestors made a horrible mistake. They always married their children to the royal families that held the most power in hopes of an alliance, completely forgetting about the men that guarded the Royal family of Rota. The Aura Guardians." she said.
"The journal opened my eyes to this fact. It was not only Rin and Aaron that had this kind of tragic relationship. Aura Guardians have been forbidden to ever lay a hand on the Royal family in any way. Except when they were in danger. But... As we know, Aura Guardians have that Curse Mark. And when you keep Guardians near the royal family all the time, it is very clear who they will fall in love with and when the mark will appear. It was not the curse mark or wars that was mainly killing the Aura Guardians. We did. We forced them to look at how their childhood sweethearts which they were protecting all the time, married another man over and over again because we wanted more power in those alliances with other kingdoms. Which was pretty pointless since, with Aura Guardians, Rota could conquer the world. I am surprised that Aura Guardians didn't turn on us for how they were treated..." explained the Queen sadly.
"And when I heard that there is still one alive, I vowed to myself that I will correct the mistakes my ancestors did." said the Queen.
"And how would you do that." asked Charles. Now that the Queen mentioned it, this was the very reason why Richard Ketchum left the order and lived in Pallet Town for a time before joining the Rangers. Richard knew about all of it. The loveless life, the ban, and the curse mark. And when he was just ten he ran away. He was the last Aura Guardian under the Royal family before he disappeared to them. Well, not really since he came to Charles and explained his situation. Seeing the terrified, starved dirty boy, Charles took a pity on him and hid the boy in Pallet Town, with different name and with Oak keeping a close eye on the boy. Man, Richard was always a few steps ahead now that he thought about it. Even when he was just ten. It is not so crazy to think that he could somehow make a great comeback. Better not to talk about Richard in front of Ilene or he could get himself in troubles.
"I want to reestablish the order of the Aura Guardians under the Royal family of Rota. This time, however, the utmost priority will be the Aura Guardians and rebuilding their lineage. With no forbidden love between Aura Guardians and the Royal family. Whoever they will fall in love, they can pursue them. Be it some commoner from a poor family, a high born lady in a castle, or even the Princess or the Queen herself. No restriction for the Aura Guardians." said the Queen taking another sip. Charles took one too and chuckled after it.
"So. If he would choose you, your grace, would you marry him?" asked Charles. Now, this is interesting.
"Of course. I may not know him now, but which woman wouldn't want a husband like an Aura Guardian? They are always chivalrous, brave, honorable and strong. It should be every ladies dream. I can't believe how most of my ancestors were so stupid to not realize it." said the Queen.
"Did I mention he does not have his left hand and a nasty eye scar?" said Charles, waiting for Queen's response.
"No, but you said he was injured against Team Rocket in battle. So. First of all, that just shows his bravery. Second of all, scars add to my attraction to him. It all shows his manliness so there is nothing to complain." said the Queen taking another sip from her cup. "Besides, I am sure that you with your technology can make him some replacement for a hand. Am I right?" asked the Queen.
"You are very clever, your grace. Yes, my robotic department is already developing a robotic hand for the Aura Guardian as a reward for the lives he saved and for the criminals he already put behind bars. But it won't be done for a long time." said Charles. It is the least he can do.
"That is alright. So as I said, there is nothing to complain about." said the Queen.
"Your grace, the problem is, he doesn't want to be found. We know he is somewhere in Mount Coronet, but we don't know where exactly. You can't rebuild the order of Aura Guardians without knowing where exactly he is." said Charles.
"I am right here."
A deep voice startled both Charles and the Queen so much that the pot with a tea was knocked on the ground by Queen Ilene. Charles and the Queen turned to the corner of the room from where the voice was heard. "I must be seeing things!" thought Charles.
Right there he stood. Just like on the photos from Clarance. Dark green cloak with the hood. Grey scarf. And black cape over his left arm.
"GUARDS!" panicked Queen yelled out.
"Shhhhhhhh! That's him! The Aura Guardian!" Charles jumped over the table and silenced the Queen with his hand. Couldn't the Aura Guardian dress less like a thief?
Queens' eyes widen in shock. She could only stare at the last Aura Guardian before her. Charles forgot to mention he was hairy... Well, if she will have to marry him, there are always scissors to take care of the bush on his face.
The Aura Guardian walked up to them and removed the hood from his face. "I am sorry for my sudden appearance, your grace, but I didn't expect for you to be here. Please, forgive me." he said politely as he knelt before the Queen.
The Queen could only stare at awe at the man before her. Even though she disliked his very long hair and beard, with those gorgeous blue eyes it seemed like a very petty thing. He wasn't that bad looking even with a whole forest on his face. And he had manners too. Just as she was expecting from Aura Guardian.
"I- I am overjoyed that you came. But what are you doing here? I am sure you wouldn't come here without a reason." asked Charles who got away from the Queen and sat down on his usual post with a heavy sigh. COMPLETE FUCKING CHAOS! How is this all even possible?
The Aura Guardian chuckled.
"I guess you can't be surprised by anything. Do you, Mr. Goodshow." said the deep voice of the Guardian.
"By now? No." replied Charles with his own chuckle. He may not show it, but he is surprised beyond description. "He is still kneeling..." Charles thought. They are as honorable and respectable as they say.
"Very well. I will make this brief. Lady Shirona asked me to ask you for help in dealing with Team Rocket. I want Champions, Jennys, and Rangers all around the Team Rocket HQ and capture every single grunt that will escape from my grasp in the HQ. The inside of the HQ is to be mine. I have some personal business with the head of the Team Rocket to deal with."
"That sou- Wait! Did you say lady Shirona?!" asked surprised Charles. On the other end of the table, the Queen of Rota was still too shocked to say anything.
The Aura Guardian again chuckled. "Guess there are still things that can surprise you. It's a long story, but lady Shirona is safe and sound in my hideout, hiding from Team Rocket. Speaking of her, she will be commanding the operation around the HQ. I want all of you to listen to her every word. She knows my plan and I don't want anyone to to intervene with my plans. This is our only shot and I do not intend to miss it." said the Aura Guardian in his deep voice slowly rising back to his feet.
"You want me, to give you and Cynthia command over Police, Pokemon Rangers AND Champions?" asked Charles in disbelief. Cynthia's alive?! How?
"Yes. I think I am most qualified for the job since it was me who was bringing those bases down. Soon, I will attack their HQ. Regardless if you will help me or not. I can not afford to wait any longer. Too many lives are at stake. So. What will it be?" he asked.
And Charles thought he had the most authority in this world. Just the way the Aura Guardian spoke made Charles feel small. Well, he is a dwarf but that's beside the point.
"Fine." Charles sighed.
"Great. Now that's settled, I want Champions, Pokemon Rangers and Police officers meet up with me on Sunday in the Police HQ where I will pick them up and bring them to their positions around the HQ." said the Aura Guardian.
"Wait! That's in three days! Don't you have any plan to share with us?" asked Charles. This is the biggest mission that will ever take place, and it feels very rushed and unprepared.
"No need for some useless planning. Their job will be simple. Capture everyone who will try to flee. Nothing complicated or worth making some big plan for. Maybe give them walkie-talkie to have better communication but that's it. I believe that Police, Pokemon Rangers, and Champions can organize themselves." said the Aura Guardian.
"And what about Cynthia?" asked Charles.
"Lady Shirona will meet up with everyone in the Police HQ from where it will all begin." said the Aura Guardian his voice still unreadable and deep.
"Anything else?" asked the Aura Guardian. Charles's words were lost and the Queen was still dazed by the appearance of Aura Guardian.
"My Queen, meeting you here was an unexpected, but pleasurable. You are as beautiful as the stories say. Hope we can meet again someday. Until then, I wish you safe ride home and a peaceful rule." said the Aura Guardian as he bowed before the Queen. Ilene managed to say one quiet thank you. This was all too sudden for her.
"And Mr. Goodshow. Thank you for your aid in this matter. It means a lot to me and is a great help." he said "Well, this is the end of my visit here. See you in three days, Mr. Goodshow. And farewell, my Queen." said Aura Guardian politely. And in the next second, he was gone. Teleported out of here, like he was never even here.
"I need a vacation. Fast." said Charles and he slumped into his chair not caring the still dazzled Queen was right in front of him. Chaos. Chaos everywhere.
The room was dark, dim, and nearly without any light. The only source of light was the moon. The place is very spacious and resembles that of a storage room or a garage. Empty boxes, various tools on shelves and even on the floor were scattered all around the room. Also, there stood three big trucks near the entrance into the room.
In front of those trucks stood five people in total. One man and four women. The man wore his usual orange suit and the blonde women her usual Team Rocket attire. But then there were 3 other women right in front of them.
Those women were dressed the same. Pink and white long dress with various decorations on them. The only thing where they differ was the color of hair and color of skin. All three had eyes in various shades of green. One woman has short brown hair, the other long brown hair, and last one shoulder-length black hair.
The short brown-haired one has tanned skin compared to the pale skin of the other two women. All three of them had face devoted of any emotions and stood there like statues.
"Destroy the trucks." commanded Giovanni.
The eyes of the women turned slightly pink and glowed for a moment. The trucks were raised in the air by some kind of force. In mid-air, all three trucks were in an instant crumbled to single balls of iron. These three balls which were 2 tons trucks not even a second ago dropped on the ground creating a loud crash. Even when these iron crumbled balls were the size of the tennis ball, they still weight two tons. So a small crater was created beneath them.
"Amazing. And you say this is just a speck of their power?" asked Giovanni with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"Yes. They should be able to level whole buildings to the ground like this. We improved them upon their originals so they are stronger than the original Psychics." said Domino looking at the tablet with various data.
"How long will it take till we can make more of these?" said Giovanni as he walked to a black-haired woman and lifted her chin. She didn't resist. Didn't say anything. Just stood there, not doing anything. "Perfection." thought Giovanni.
"It takes a whole week to properly make one of those. But the next one should be done by tomorrow." said Domino still looking at the data on her tablet.
"Speed up the process. Money, resources I will provide everything. Just make the process of making these faster." said Giovanni looking into the eyes of the women. Eyes that lacked any emotion, full of void and nothingness.
"As you wish, sir." said Domino.
Other footsteps were heard behind them. They were slow and they were dragging something with them. The scuffing of some material was heard. Three Team Rocket grunts came to Giovanni with sinister smiles on their faces. They were beaten up, tired, but the smile was still bright on their faces.
Three grunts threw something at Giovanni's feet. Someone more precisely. Man, woman and a Pokemon.
"They resisted a lot, but we managed to capture them." said one of the grunts.
Giovanni looked at the one before him. All three of them with hands tied up slowly raised their heads. Now seeing their faces, they were in a worse state than his grunts. Bruises, slashes and some blood was on their clothes. But Giovanni couldn't be happier. Finally, everything was working out.
"Welcome back. I think we have a lot of things to talk about, Jessie, James, and Meowth." Giovanni said with a sinister smile.