Post by Kouki Hidaka on Jun 30, 2012 1:54:20 GMT -5
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Kouki Hidaka
bear the future that won’t be saved - - - - -
Over the past several years of his life, Kouki Hidaka had spent innumerable hours building up a long list of things he hated that, if written out, could probably span from one end of the Canopy to the other. Some of the things on that list were justifiable, given his history: he hated needles with a passion to the point where he needed to look away and blindly jab TM-Serums into his arm in order to go through with it. Others were decidedly less so, such as his disdain for socks and overly cheery customers at the antique shop first thing in the morning on days when he would rather be as far from the city as possible, lighting shit on fire to let off some steam. Beedrill had always freaked him out, ghosts were just plain creepy (even if he adamantly refused to admit that he was afraid of them) and the blond insisted that weak Pokémon in general annoyed the hell out of him, despite the fact that thanks to a certain idiot named Mitsuki their shared team was chock full of them. And of course, he hated the man he once called his father most of all for reasons he would rather not speak of around anyone because his past was none of their damn business. But there was something else he despised nearly as much, something that was currently pounding down on the dirty streets of the Canopy and soaking the fire-type gijinka to the very bone.
More than almost anything else, Kouki hated the rain.
As a kid the occasional downpour never bothered him - far from it! Sometimes, when he failed to carefully avoid dwelling on the past, he remembered how he and a bunch of other squirts from around his neighborhood would run around in the water-choked streets, splashing around and laughing their stupid little heads off like the passing rain storms were the greatest thing in the world when in reality they were just as filthy and polluted as everything else in this Arceus-forsaken City. Now the majority of those kids were long gone and he was someone else entirely; a being not entirely human anymore, although he hardly mourned the loss of his former state of existence. The fire-manipulating powers his Ninetales DNA granted him were something many humans only dreamed of or hungered after, some to the point where they would hunt him down just for the chance to steal the blood from his body. But there was no mistaking that the shoddy transfusion that had saved his life was still a mixed blessing, as with his gijinka abilities he also gained all the weaknesses that came naturally to pure fires-types, including the fact that large quantities of water now not only repulsed him but also harmed him physically.
Take right now for example. The constant barrage of raindrops from the dark-clouded heavens above left Kouki feeling weaker and weaker with every sloshing step he took, huge gobby raindrops plastering the teenager’s pale hair to his skin while he trudged onward with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped. He didn’t even bother to stop when a sudden fit of sneezing overcame him, instead remaining stubbornly focused on finding somewhere he could take shelter from the storm. Damn this rain! It felt like it was sapping the life right out of him. His whole body felt heavy and sluggish, as if someone had tied weights to each of his limbs and then made him trek a mile on zero sleep, and the irritated trainer muttered a string of curses at his shitty luck in between sneezes. The sky had looked bad enough this morning when his boss sent him to deliver an ancient mirror to a customer over on this side of the Canopy and it had only grown darker and more foreboding over the last few hours until it finally opened up and unleashed what was starting to look like a torrential downpour on the unsuspecting world below. It was common knowledge to slum dwellers that the Canopy got the worst of such storms, being built high up where the winds tossed falling sheets of rain around in every possible direction, lashing anyone stupid enough to venture outside their homes in this foul weather with the freezing cold liquid. It was only in such conditions that he ever truly felt cold anymore and as he slunk over to the side of a run-down building to try and gain even a scrap of relief from the downpour, the Ninetales gijinka silently reaffirmed that he missed that part of being human about as much as he missed living in the Jungle. In other words: not a damn bit.
A shiver wracked the boy’s body as he huddled there in the building’s shadow, taking a moment to enjoy the tiny bit of shelter it gave him from the rainy blasts. It was a good thing no one else was crazy enough to be running around in this, as yet another item in the long litany of things he despised was looking pathetic and at the present he resembled a drowned Raticate more than a majestic Ninetales. Still, this little taste of relief wasn’t enough - he knew he had to get indoors and fast if he wanted to avoid passing out right here on the street within the next few minutes. Already he was a trembling mess, so it was only a matter of time before his body started shutting down on him. I wonder what the chances are of this dump being empty, he thought as he pressed an ear to the wall, focusing on what was inside of the building for a moment instead of the rain surging all around him. It sure didn’t sound like anything alive was in there as the only thing his sensitive hearing could pick up was a comforting silence, unbroken by even the slightest hum of electricity.
No doubt about it, this place was definitely abandoned.
Good. Less chance that there might be a nasty surprise waiting for him inside. Cautiously, the gijinka inched along the wall, finding his way to the front door by touch alone as the rain-filled darkness made it almost impossible to see where he was going. For all he knew he might have wandered in the exact opposite direction from the shop in his confusion, but he decided that he could always backtrack if he had to after the weather let up. Right now, he just wanted to get inside, dry off, and wait out the rest of this storm.
Sure enough, his fingers brushed up against the worn surface of a door after a few feet and the red-eyed teen gave a victorious smirk before immediately reaching inside himself for a surge of the tiny portion of psychic energy lurking within him. Ninetales might not be true psychics, but they were still capable of knowing several psychic attacks and seeing as the building’s door was too soaked to catch fire quickly and the impatient boy didn’t feel like wasting his time trying to pick whatever lock it might have, he simply flung the one he knew at the molding wood. Extrasensory was a fairly strong technique, the burst of unrefined psychic power enough to splinter the door with one blow while the force of the attack propelled the resulting shards of wood into the room beyond where they landed with a clatter.
Kouki gave a grim chuckle of satisfaction as he stepped over the threshold; it had been a while since he got to hear something break like that and while it was no symphony of crackling flames, the sound was still music to his ears. He really needed to get out of town and spend an afternoon blowing stuff up one of these days, but for the moment he was just content to get out of the damn rain. As he peeled his soaked scarf from where it hung around his neck, its waterlogged fabric hanging limply like a drunk Ekans, he couldn’t help but notice that there was something oddly familiar about the darkened room. Something about it scent tugged at his memories, lurking beneath the overlying smells of dust and mildew and prickling tauntingly at his brain. The teen frowned as he wrung some of the excess water from his precious scarf over the molding carpet, irked by his inability to place why exactly the smell of this place bothered him so and wondering why it should even matter to him at all.
More than almost anything else, Kouki hated the rain.
As a kid the occasional downpour never bothered him - far from it! Sometimes, when he failed to carefully avoid dwelling on the past, he remembered how he and a bunch of other squirts from around his neighborhood would run around in the water-choked streets, splashing around and laughing their stupid little heads off like the passing rain storms were the greatest thing in the world when in reality they were just as filthy and polluted as everything else in this Arceus-forsaken City. Now the majority of those kids were long gone and he was someone else entirely; a being not entirely human anymore, although he hardly mourned the loss of his former state of existence. The fire-manipulating powers his Ninetales DNA granted him were something many humans only dreamed of or hungered after, some to the point where they would hunt him down just for the chance to steal the blood from his body. But there was no mistaking that the shoddy transfusion that had saved his life was still a mixed blessing, as with his gijinka abilities he also gained all the weaknesses that came naturally to pure fires-types, including the fact that large quantities of water now not only repulsed him but also harmed him physically.
Take right now for example. The constant barrage of raindrops from the dark-clouded heavens above left Kouki feeling weaker and weaker with every sloshing step he took, huge gobby raindrops plastering the teenager’s pale hair to his skin while he trudged onward with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped. He didn’t even bother to stop when a sudden fit of sneezing overcame him, instead remaining stubbornly focused on finding somewhere he could take shelter from the storm. Damn this rain! It felt like it was sapping the life right out of him. His whole body felt heavy and sluggish, as if someone had tied weights to each of his limbs and then made him trek a mile on zero sleep, and the irritated trainer muttered a string of curses at his shitty luck in between sneezes. The sky had looked bad enough this morning when his boss sent him to deliver an ancient mirror to a customer over on this side of the Canopy and it had only grown darker and more foreboding over the last few hours until it finally opened up and unleashed what was starting to look like a torrential downpour on the unsuspecting world below. It was common knowledge to slum dwellers that the Canopy got the worst of such storms, being built high up where the winds tossed falling sheets of rain around in every possible direction, lashing anyone stupid enough to venture outside their homes in this foul weather with the freezing cold liquid. It was only in such conditions that he ever truly felt cold anymore and as he slunk over to the side of a run-down building to try and gain even a scrap of relief from the downpour, the Ninetales gijinka silently reaffirmed that he missed that part of being human about as much as he missed living in the Jungle. In other words: not a damn bit.
A shiver wracked the boy’s body as he huddled there in the building’s shadow, taking a moment to enjoy the tiny bit of shelter it gave him from the rainy blasts. It was a good thing no one else was crazy enough to be running around in this, as yet another item in the long litany of things he despised was looking pathetic and at the present he resembled a drowned Raticate more than a majestic Ninetales. Still, this little taste of relief wasn’t enough - he knew he had to get indoors and fast if he wanted to avoid passing out right here on the street within the next few minutes. Already he was a trembling mess, so it was only a matter of time before his body started shutting down on him. I wonder what the chances are of this dump being empty, he thought as he pressed an ear to the wall, focusing on what was inside of the building for a moment instead of the rain surging all around him. It sure didn’t sound like anything alive was in there as the only thing his sensitive hearing could pick up was a comforting silence, unbroken by even the slightest hum of electricity.
No doubt about it, this place was definitely abandoned.
Good. Less chance that there might be a nasty surprise waiting for him inside. Cautiously, the gijinka inched along the wall, finding his way to the front door by touch alone as the rain-filled darkness made it almost impossible to see where he was going. For all he knew he might have wandered in the exact opposite direction from the shop in his confusion, but he decided that he could always backtrack if he had to after the weather let up. Right now, he just wanted to get inside, dry off, and wait out the rest of this storm.
Sure enough, his fingers brushed up against the worn surface of a door after a few feet and the red-eyed teen gave a victorious smirk before immediately reaching inside himself for a surge of the tiny portion of psychic energy lurking within him. Ninetales might not be true psychics, but they were still capable of knowing several psychic attacks and seeing as the building’s door was too soaked to catch fire quickly and the impatient boy didn’t feel like wasting his time trying to pick whatever lock it might have, he simply flung the one he knew at the molding wood. Extrasensory was a fairly strong technique, the burst of unrefined psychic power enough to splinter the door with one blow while the force of the attack propelled the resulting shards of wood into the room beyond where they landed with a clatter.
Kouki gave a grim chuckle of satisfaction as he stepped over the threshold; it had been a while since he got to hear something break like that and while it was no symphony of crackling flames, the sound was still music to his ears. He really needed to get out of town and spend an afternoon blowing stuff up one of these days, but for the moment he was just content to get out of the damn rain. As he peeled his soaked scarf from where it hung around his neck, its waterlogged fabric hanging limply like a drunk Ekans, he couldn’t help but notice that there was something oddly familiar about the darkened room. Something about it scent tugged at his memories, lurking beneath the overlying smells of dust and mildew and prickling tauntingly at his brain. The teen frowned as he wrung some of the excess water from his precious scarf over the molding carpet, irked by his inability to place why exactly the smell of this place bothered him so and wondering why it should even matter to him at all.
- - - - - and your weakness that went astray
Words: 1427: To whoever takes this, my sincerest apologies. I don't think any of my other posts will be near as wordy.
Tagging: Anyone
Notes: Nothing~
Pokemon in party: Buneary - Honoka - level 5
Teddiursa - Tsukio - level 7
Burmy - Shunji - level 10
Tagging: Anyone
Notes: Nothing~
Pokemon in party: Buneary - Honoka - level 5
Teddiursa - Tsukio - level 7
Burmy - Shunji - level 10
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