Kitori-San
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This is about the times when a young man has... welll.... Lets just say this story is going to have quite a large family feud and a large taste of Team Rocket.
Okay, so aside from a small script I wrote long ago, this is probably my first fanfic I have ever written. I definitely thank Blackjack for checking the beginning for grammar errors. Critique and comments are always welcome.
"We won the war, Jukio... Ya did good."
Those words rang through my head as we were headed home back to my new home, Kuchiba City of Japan. I no longer had a point to return to Versailles, my home in France, ever since my mother passed away six years ago. I joined the Military this year, and surprisingly I got to get into some action in the Gulf War. Now we were on our way home in a Raichu-powered plane, which I have never heard of such an idea before. The plane was quite a mess, our military uniforms sprawled all over the floor, a sea of wires conquered any remains of the floor, as well as a few electrical rats with wire ends attached to their cheeks, producing electricity for plane power. Most of the walls were greasy from oil and whatever is found in greasy planes.
My father looked at me and chuckled, scratching the back of his spiky blond hair
"Heh, I'm impressed, kid. Most seventeen-year-old kids don't make it out of the army alive."
I rubbed some black smudge off my face and let a small laugh out. I sometimes wonder why I put myself in such a job, but it doesn’t matter anymore; I'm alive, so I'm pretty much satisfied. My father, Lieutenant Machisu Surge, is apparently famous with his title "The Lightning American." I can see where he got his title though, as I have witnessed most of his work. However, I'd have to admit if it weren’t for his electric Pokemon paralyzing his enemies, he'd be long gone by now, as probably as I would have been without his help.
I stared out of the thick windows of the warplane, which had obviously seen it's better days. I couldn't see much due to the several bullet cracks and smeared areas, but what I could see of the clear sky was a remarkable site. It has probably been the first time I've seen the dusk sky without worrying about enemy planes. I was curious about my new home, since I've never been or really seen Japan before; although I could point it out on a geographical map, but that's about it.
My father sighed something deep "Well, it's good to be returning home" he looked out the window "I just wish I could said goodbye to..." He cut himself out with another sigh. I could understand what he was feeling. You see, my mother, Marie Chevalier, died when I was eleven year old. My father was in another war, however, no one told him about my mother's passing until I came about last year. He immediately tried to take her out of his mind. I could see he tried, but failed miserably.
"So..." I immediately spurted out, pausing to think of some topic to help him from his grieving thoughts.
He looked at me, one brow raised due to my outburst, as I looked around aimlessly. "...Yeah?" he questioned, seeming to get out of his awkward state of somewhat-of-grieving. Finally I managed to get a slight idea.
"So, ummm... Any plans when you get home?" I stuttered.
He glanced at me, clicking his teeth. "Well, if you're interested, I'm planning to open up an electric Pokemon gym." I cocked my head to the left. "... A Poke-what?"
He looked at me, as if I had said something completely stupid, which I suspected that I had already. "You know! A Pokemon gym! Fighting, badges, all that shebang?" I shook my head "Ummm, no... I.. don’t know..." a replied nervously, in fact, I didn't even own a Pokemon at the time.
My old man stared at me for a moment with a slight hint of unbelief, and then cleared his throat. "All right, listen up kid, cuz' this is useful stuff. A pokemon gym is when a trainer fights one specific trainer, that being the gym leader, to test his or her strength. If the trainer beats the gym leader, they get a badge in proof of their victory."
I leaned in sitting in front of him. This whole Pokemon training thing started to sound interesting. I scratched the back of my green hair, the spikes flickered between my fingers "And if the trainer loses?"
Dad scoffed, crossing his bulky arms "Well, then... Them people are just babies." I could feel myself sweating at that term. He had a thing for using that term for theundersoldiers back when I hung around him during the war. "But I'll have to admit, if they plan on challenging me, they definitely have guts." I nodded blankly, thinking that sometimes my dad could get too confident of himself.
About a few minutes later, I heard the pilot call out "Hey Lieutenant! Kuchiba City is about ten miles away!" I was relieved, having a numb butt simply from sitting for about twelve hours, if not thirteen hours.
Dad chuckled, nudging at my arm. "Hey Jukio. How 'bout we get outta here the old-fashioned way, eh?" the "Old-Fashioned Way" I knew exactly what he meant: Parachutes. I smirked and then nodded. After all, this may be the last time I use one.
I could see the pilot shaking his head in awe "Seriously Surge, are you gonna-"
My father snapped back "Shut up! It's a perfect victory entrance when comin’ into your city!" I could feel that sweaty feeling again due to his pride. I watched as he snapped his finger to coax his Raichu over. He ruffled its orange fur as he released the wire clips from its bright yellow cheeks. He pulled out a small sphere, the top bit being red as the bottom bit being white. He pushed a small button at the center of it and a glow of red energy was released from the small button, surrounding the Raichu. The pokemon began to morph into a beam of energy, absorbing into the ball. I watched in astonishment, but was forced to change my expression when seeing my father's expression.
He stared at me, saying, "You act like you've never seen this before." I kept silent for a moment and his eyes widened "Don't tell me you've never had a pokemon before!" There was no way I could hide it now; I shook me head and blushed. Even the pilot had to turn his head and stare in astonishment. My old man plopped his finger on my nose and abruptly replied "Well, THAT'S about to change as soon as we get to Kuchiba City. First thing we do tomorrow is get you a pokemon!"
I went stiff from the outburst but nodded slightly "Y-yes sir." There was no way I could talk my dad out of something like that. Pokemon seemed to be a pride to him, specifically electric pokemon. However, water pokemon would be a pride to him if he were participating in a "Most Fried Pokemon" contest. From the looks of it, I’m quite sure I'll be getting my hands on an electric Pokemon. As he seated himself back in his seat, I looked out the window again, despite its tainted view. After staring aimlessly for about five minutes, I could see a small concrete speck far below the clouds. I was quite sure it was Kuchiba city. “Hey pops?” I asked, keeping my eyes on that small speck. “Is that Kuchiba City down there?”
My old man got off of his seat once again and squinted his eyes to peer at the speck my finger was hinting at. He paused and then added “Naw, that’s gotta be Sekichiku City. We probably have maybe five more miles to go.”
I paused, but bluntly mumbled “…Seki-what?” Even though I was named with a Japanese name (Which I find very confusing because my mother was French and my father is American,) I could hardly pronounce those huge Japanese words.
“Sekichiku City” my father answered fluently “It’s a city southeast of Kuchiba City. I heard it recently installed a Pokemon Safari Zone there.” I nodded, slightly interested. I was assuming then that would probably be the spot where he’d be taking me tomorrow. I was slightly excited. I’ve never owned a pokemon, as well as my mother, neither were we interested in pokemon battles or the contest. Pokemon were an uncommon sight in Versailles, France. I’ve seen a few Raichu when my dad would send pictures to my mother along with a few letters. I was rather astonished back then to see the size of those rats.
My dad smacking me on the shoulder cut off my thoughts. He had a huge grin on his face as he tossed a parachute at me. “We’ll be getting’ outta here in about two minutes.” I staggered to catch the parachute, which was surprisingly heavy. I stumbled, having it pull my arms down. My old man chuckled “It looks like you’re getting a bit light weight there.” He added, “Anyways, you might wanna get that on.” He opened up a locker in the wall and grabbed another parachute for himself. I slung the parachute over my shoulders and clipped the safety straps over my chest. I pulled my Military tag from under the straps to refrain from choking myself by the by the small chain.
My dad pulled the plane doors open and a gush of air came rushing through the small space. My bangs flapped with the wind. I tried to hold my bangs steady by crushing them with my hand to my forehead. My old man roared with laughter. I was usually surprised by his war-like entertainment, but I think I outgrew it by then. I looked down to finally see a few building far below. “Well,whaddya waitin’ for boy?!” He roared, “Get on down!”
He shoved me violently, but playfully out of the plane. “WHOA, HEY DAD!!” I panicked, as I stumbled off the plane. The wind screamed in my face as I soared head first down towards the city below me. My heart raced as the air beat upon me. As I tried to reach for my back to open my parachute. I couldn't seem to reach the parachute string, due to the wind forcing my arms in unwanted directions. I began to panic even more. "I doubt he could hear me but I begged "DAD!! A LITTLE HELP HERE?!" I could hear my old man coming down thankfully, and a violent tug against my back moments later. I looked and saw my dad still gliding, parachute unopened. He gave me a wink and a quick thumbs up. I felt a sudden pull as my parachute shot open. I sighed with relief. I heard a poof below me and I glanced down to see my father's parachute open up. I looked up at the clear sky. It felt extremely quiet too. It was a feeling I haven't had for a whole year. Most of the year, I saw nothing but dark smoke fill the air and bullets and screaming deafen me to any other sound.
It made me wonder how my father lasted almost seventeen years. in the army. It's true, about a month after I was born, my dad had to leave for a war between Johto, another region in Japan, and Southern Korea. My mother returned to Versailles France to raise me. Apparently she was planning to return to Japan when father was finished with the war. Unfortunately, she never lived up to it, thanks to scarlet fever. As I looked down again, I could see a serene city right next to the ocean. Sure enough, it was Kuchiba City, however because of its lovely view of the ocean, it immediately reminded me of Versailles. I was getting to a point where I could see these big beautiful green trees. Such beauty reminded me of my mother...I began to think of the times I was with her... I closed my eyes slowly. Her soft blue hair swayed in my visions of her majesty. Her bright and green eyes shimmered and her smile, that beautiful smile. I could imagine my father being the luckiest of all men to have her. I sighed and continued to ponder...
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"HEY JUKIO!"
Hearing my name, I snapped back into reality to see a lot of bushy green things and pointy brown things ready to plow me from below. Apparently, I've decided to land into a tree. I could feel multiple limbs scrape my sides and leaves barge into my mouth. My lines were entangled everywhere as I struggled to escape the humongous cloth of death. I looked around frantically to see where the hell I was. My dad was right below me, laughing. I struggled to get out, but I ended up tangling myself even more. At this point I was out of the tree, but dangling in mid air from many cords. My dad wiped his eyes from laughing and pulled a rusty knife from his belt.
"Here kiddo. You're lookin' like some kind of Chinese puzzle there!" He chuckled, yanking at the cords from the parachute. He sawed his way though the cords and thankfully I managed to survive this little puppet-like torture. I could hear a loud "THUD" as I landed in the grass. Not only was I covered in black smudge from the plane, but now grass stains and parted sticks from the tree. Thankfully, my outfit didn't suffer from any tears. My dad chuckled again. I got up and brushed off whatever I can. My old man slugged his arm around my shoulder "Well, here it is boy. Welcome to Kuchiba City."
I peered and not twenty feet away was a rather large city, and well maintained. My old man started to strut his way to the city, but I remained for a moment to try and grab what was left of the parachute. "Just leave it, boy" he called back, "I'll deal with it later. Just get your butt over here an' check it out." I nodded and rushed up behind my dad. I brushed out of my green hair whatever twigs and leaves I could pull out. For some reason, being the only two people inmilitary outfits in the whole city made me feel misfitting. The ocean breeze blew against my face. I had not felt such a feeling in so long, it almost brought tears to my eyes. However, crying in front of father wasn't probably the best idea. Rather than bullets taking over my ears, it was chattering of young women and men, as well as a few content Pokemon. My old man wrapped his bulky arms around my shoulder again and rubbed his massive knuckles against my scalp, quite painful I tell you...
"Welcome home, kid."
Okay, so aside from a small script I wrote long ago, this is probably my first fanfic I have ever written. I definitely thank Blackjack for checking the beginning for grammar errors. Critique and comments are always welcome.
"We won the war, Jukio... Ya did good."
Those words rang through my head as we were headed home back to my new home, Kuchiba City of Japan. I no longer had a point to return to Versailles, my home in France, ever since my mother passed away six years ago. I joined the Military this year, and surprisingly I got to get into some action in the Gulf War. Now we were on our way home in a Raichu-powered plane, which I have never heard of such an idea before. The plane was quite a mess, our military uniforms sprawled all over the floor, a sea of wires conquered any remains of the floor, as well as a few electrical rats with wire ends attached to their cheeks, producing electricity for plane power. Most of the walls were greasy from oil and whatever is found in greasy planes.
My father looked at me and chuckled, scratching the back of his spiky blond hair
"Heh, I'm impressed, kid. Most seventeen-year-old kids don't make it out of the army alive."
I rubbed some black smudge off my face and let a small laugh out. I sometimes wonder why I put myself in such a job, but it doesn’t matter anymore; I'm alive, so I'm pretty much satisfied. My father, Lieutenant Machisu Surge, is apparently famous with his title "The Lightning American." I can see where he got his title though, as I have witnessed most of his work. However, I'd have to admit if it weren’t for his electric Pokemon paralyzing his enemies, he'd be long gone by now, as probably as I would have been without his help.
I stared out of the thick windows of the warplane, which had obviously seen it's better days. I couldn't see much due to the several bullet cracks and smeared areas, but what I could see of the clear sky was a remarkable site. It has probably been the first time I've seen the dusk sky without worrying about enemy planes. I was curious about my new home, since I've never been or really seen Japan before; although I could point it out on a geographical map, but that's about it.
My father sighed something deep "Well, it's good to be returning home" he looked out the window "I just wish I could said goodbye to..." He cut himself out with another sigh. I could understand what he was feeling. You see, my mother, Marie Chevalier, died when I was eleven year old. My father was in another war, however, no one told him about my mother's passing until I came about last year. He immediately tried to take her out of his mind. I could see he tried, but failed miserably.
"So..." I immediately spurted out, pausing to think of some topic to help him from his grieving thoughts.
He looked at me, one brow raised due to my outburst, as I looked around aimlessly. "...Yeah?" he questioned, seeming to get out of his awkward state of somewhat-of-grieving. Finally I managed to get a slight idea.
"So, ummm... Any plans when you get home?" I stuttered.
He glanced at me, clicking his teeth. "Well, if you're interested, I'm planning to open up an electric Pokemon gym." I cocked my head to the left. "... A Poke-what?"
He looked at me, as if I had said something completely stupid, which I suspected that I had already. "You know! A Pokemon gym! Fighting, badges, all that shebang?" I shook my head "Ummm, no... I.. don’t know..." a replied nervously, in fact, I didn't even own a Pokemon at the time.
My old man stared at me for a moment with a slight hint of unbelief, and then cleared his throat. "All right, listen up kid, cuz' this is useful stuff. A pokemon gym is when a trainer fights one specific trainer, that being the gym leader, to test his or her strength. If the trainer beats the gym leader, they get a badge in proof of their victory."
I leaned in sitting in front of him. This whole Pokemon training thing started to sound interesting. I scratched the back of my green hair, the spikes flickered between my fingers "And if the trainer loses?"
Dad scoffed, crossing his bulky arms "Well, then... Them people are just babies." I could feel myself sweating at that term. He had a thing for using that term for theundersoldiers back when I hung around him during the war. "But I'll have to admit, if they plan on challenging me, they definitely have guts." I nodded blankly, thinking that sometimes my dad could get too confident of himself.
About a few minutes later, I heard the pilot call out "Hey Lieutenant! Kuchiba City is about ten miles away!" I was relieved, having a numb butt simply from sitting for about twelve hours, if not thirteen hours.
Dad chuckled, nudging at my arm. "Hey Jukio. How 'bout we get outta here the old-fashioned way, eh?" the "Old-Fashioned Way" I knew exactly what he meant: Parachutes. I smirked and then nodded. After all, this may be the last time I use one.
I could see the pilot shaking his head in awe "Seriously Surge, are you gonna-"
My father snapped back "Shut up! It's a perfect victory entrance when comin’ into your city!" I could feel that sweaty feeling again due to his pride. I watched as he snapped his finger to coax his Raichu over. He ruffled its orange fur as he released the wire clips from its bright yellow cheeks. He pulled out a small sphere, the top bit being red as the bottom bit being white. He pushed a small button at the center of it and a glow of red energy was released from the small button, surrounding the Raichu. The pokemon began to morph into a beam of energy, absorbing into the ball. I watched in astonishment, but was forced to change my expression when seeing my father's expression.
He stared at me, saying, "You act like you've never seen this before." I kept silent for a moment and his eyes widened "Don't tell me you've never had a pokemon before!" There was no way I could hide it now; I shook me head and blushed. Even the pilot had to turn his head and stare in astonishment. My old man plopped his finger on my nose and abruptly replied "Well, THAT'S about to change as soon as we get to Kuchiba City. First thing we do tomorrow is get you a pokemon!"
I went stiff from the outburst but nodded slightly "Y-yes sir." There was no way I could talk my dad out of something like that. Pokemon seemed to be a pride to him, specifically electric pokemon. However, water pokemon would be a pride to him if he were participating in a "Most Fried Pokemon" contest. From the looks of it, I’m quite sure I'll be getting my hands on an electric Pokemon. As he seated himself back in his seat, I looked out the window again, despite its tainted view. After staring aimlessly for about five minutes, I could see a small concrete speck far below the clouds. I was quite sure it was Kuchiba city. “Hey pops?” I asked, keeping my eyes on that small speck. “Is that Kuchiba City down there?”
My old man got off of his seat once again and squinted his eyes to peer at the speck my finger was hinting at. He paused and then added “Naw, that’s gotta be Sekichiku City. We probably have maybe five more miles to go.”
I paused, but bluntly mumbled “…Seki-what?” Even though I was named with a Japanese name (Which I find very confusing because my mother was French and my father is American,) I could hardly pronounce those huge Japanese words.
“Sekichiku City” my father answered fluently “It’s a city southeast of Kuchiba City. I heard it recently installed a Pokemon Safari Zone there.” I nodded, slightly interested. I was assuming then that would probably be the spot where he’d be taking me tomorrow. I was slightly excited. I’ve never owned a pokemon, as well as my mother, neither were we interested in pokemon battles or the contest. Pokemon were an uncommon sight in Versailles, France. I’ve seen a few Raichu when my dad would send pictures to my mother along with a few letters. I was rather astonished back then to see the size of those rats.
My dad smacking me on the shoulder cut off my thoughts. He had a huge grin on his face as he tossed a parachute at me. “We’ll be getting’ outta here in about two minutes.” I staggered to catch the parachute, which was surprisingly heavy. I stumbled, having it pull my arms down. My old man chuckled “It looks like you’re getting a bit light weight there.” He added, “Anyways, you might wanna get that on.” He opened up a locker in the wall and grabbed another parachute for himself. I slung the parachute over my shoulders and clipped the safety straps over my chest. I pulled my Military tag from under the straps to refrain from choking myself by the by the small chain.
My dad pulled the plane doors open and a gush of air came rushing through the small space. My bangs flapped with the wind. I tried to hold my bangs steady by crushing them with my hand to my forehead. My old man roared with laughter. I was usually surprised by his war-like entertainment, but I think I outgrew it by then. I looked down to finally see a few building far below. “Well,whaddya waitin’ for boy?!” He roared, “Get on down!”
He shoved me violently, but playfully out of the plane. “WHOA, HEY DAD!!” I panicked, as I stumbled off the plane. The wind screamed in my face as I soared head first down towards the city below me. My heart raced as the air beat upon me. As I tried to reach for my back to open my parachute. I couldn't seem to reach the parachute string, due to the wind forcing my arms in unwanted directions. I began to panic even more. "I doubt he could hear me but I begged "DAD!! A LITTLE HELP HERE?!" I could hear my old man coming down thankfully, and a violent tug against my back moments later. I looked and saw my dad still gliding, parachute unopened. He gave me a wink and a quick thumbs up. I felt a sudden pull as my parachute shot open. I sighed with relief. I heard a poof below me and I glanced down to see my father's parachute open up. I looked up at the clear sky. It felt extremely quiet too. It was a feeling I haven't had for a whole year. Most of the year, I saw nothing but dark smoke fill the air and bullets and screaming deafen me to any other sound.
It made me wonder how my father lasted almost seventeen years. in the army. It's true, about a month after I was born, my dad had to leave for a war between Johto, another region in Japan, and Southern Korea. My mother returned to Versailles France to raise me. Apparently she was planning to return to Japan when father was finished with the war. Unfortunately, she never lived up to it, thanks to scarlet fever. As I looked down again, I could see a serene city right next to the ocean. Sure enough, it was Kuchiba City, however because of its lovely view of the ocean, it immediately reminded me of Versailles. I was getting to a point where I could see these big beautiful green trees. Such beauty reminded me of my mother...I began to think of the times I was with her... I closed my eyes slowly. Her soft blue hair swayed in my visions of her majesty. Her bright and green eyes shimmered and her smile, that beautiful smile. I could imagine my father being the luckiest of all men to have her. I sighed and continued to ponder...
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...
"HEY JUKIO!"
Hearing my name, I snapped back into reality to see a lot of bushy green things and pointy brown things ready to plow me from below. Apparently, I've decided to land into a tree. I could feel multiple limbs scrape my sides and leaves barge into my mouth. My lines were entangled everywhere as I struggled to escape the humongous cloth of death. I looked around frantically to see where the hell I was. My dad was right below me, laughing. I struggled to get out, but I ended up tangling myself even more. At this point I was out of the tree, but dangling in mid air from many cords. My dad wiped his eyes from laughing and pulled a rusty knife from his belt.
"Here kiddo. You're lookin' like some kind of Chinese puzzle there!" He chuckled, yanking at the cords from the parachute. He sawed his way though the cords and thankfully I managed to survive this little puppet-like torture. I could hear a loud "THUD" as I landed in the grass. Not only was I covered in black smudge from the plane, but now grass stains and parted sticks from the tree. Thankfully, my outfit didn't suffer from any tears. My dad chuckled again. I got up and brushed off whatever I can. My old man slugged his arm around my shoulder "Well, here it is boy. Welcome to Kuchiba City."
I peered and not twenty feet away was a rather large city, and well maintained. My old man started to strut his way to the city, but I remained for a moment to try and grab what was left of the parachute. "Just leave it, boy" he called back, "I'll deal with it later. Just get your butt over here an' check it out." I nodded and rushed up behind my dad. I brushed out of my green hair whatever twigs and leaves I could pull out. For some reason, being the only two people inmilitary outfits in the whole city made me feel misfitting. The ocean breeze blew against my face. I had not felt such a feeling in so long, it almost brought tears to my eyes. However, crying in front of father wasn't probably the best idea. Rather than bullets taking over my ears, it was chattering of young women and men, as well as a few content Pokemon. My old man wrapped his bulky arms around my shoulder again and rubbed his massive knuckles against my scalp, quite painful I tell you...
"Welcome home, kid."
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