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Pokémon The Alchemist

Chapter Eighteen: 2(Fourth) Child

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
A spear of light swept across a wave of Pokémon with hazy auras and closed hearts, dissolving as it blew them all back.

"Get out of my way!" came a guttural scream, as Blanche reformed another spear and let his anger be fuelled by the burning heat strapped to his chest. The Infinity Battery dimmed as a rod of energy formed in his hands before it clicked back to normal efficiency.

A Pansear leapt towards him, the Fire-type monkey bursting into flames as it traveled. He planted his foot and swung his spear into it, throwing it back into the crowds.

The church was in his sight, the door replaced by a gaping hole. It was only so far down the road, but there were dozens, maybe hundreds of feral forest Pokémon trying to stop him, pulsating towards and away from him in droves.

The air around him was enveloped in a hazy smog suddenly, and Ash appeared to intercept a Sawsbuck's attempt to gore him with its antlers. One half of his Doublade was trapped, before it tightened its ribbon around them and drained

"Go," Ash said, his voice traveling only through the communications uplink as he became a whirlwind of blades amongst the waves.

Time slowed back down for Blanche as a path was cleared. His stomach revolted, but he pushed through, moving faster than the Pokémon could see and react to him.

He burst into the church, feeling the light on his back dissipate as the rustic building cut it away.

Audino was standing tall against a purple-shelled Pokémon as it approached. Omanyte littered the floor, their shells cracked and flickering with a black aura. Ariel was standing at the far wall, arms outstretched as if to shield the hundreds of residents that had crowded into the building.

A hatch opened on the Pokémon's back, like a cannon.

Blanche ran forward, cranking down his artificial speed. His innards slammed into his ribcage, and it felt like his head was going to explode, but he ran anyway,

A pulse of black, liquid-like aura shot out of the back and splashed onto Audino.

The spear of light solidified, and the moment, no, the very millisecond that it had, he threw it at the Anomaly.

"STRIKE!"

No sooner than the spear's dissipation did the shield appear in his hands, thrusters already burning.

He slid to a stop to put distance between it and Audino, holding up the shield. The Anomaly was coated in purple metal, its form insect-like, and its eyes seemingly painted with vantablack.

An Anomalous Genesect, then? How?

Blanche's mind ran faster than it ever had before. Bug and Steel. Need fire. Blazing Sword? No, MissingNo wasn't there, he couldn't feel it in the atmosphere.

Its mouth clicked, though it didn't move. It… retreated, almost.

Something struck him from behind, and he heard the voice of an angel. Pure energy irradiated his body, burning like the sun on diamond shards.

Audino?

Its ears were limp, the antennas uncurled. Its body was emitting a dark haze, and when it looked at him, all he could feel was hate.

Was that really Audino?

The Dazzling Gleam subsided as it rushed towards him. He pointed his feet at both Pokémon, even as the Genesect didn't move.

Audino wasn't a physical attacker, and with a pang of guilt, he kicked it across the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, before turning back to the Genesect. It wasn't attacking, it wasn't moving, it was just… staring. Its mouth clicked up and down, and he assumed that the screeches and beeps were substitutes for vocal chords.

Blanche hefted his shield. "Don't look so innocent, that'll only make this take longer," he pleaded.

Genesect clicked at him again, still refusing to move.

Blanche took a step forward, pulling his shield closer to his face and detaching his bolter from his belt.

Genesect disappeared. The only reason he knew it wasn't teleportation was because the wind whistled in the seconds that followed.

His bolter was knocked from his hands as heat engulfed him from behind. Electricity ran down his arms and threw his interface into disarray as he was blasted from his feet.

It appeared against just above him, charging an icy-blue orb between its pincers.

He rolled to the side and just barely avoided most of the frost, only catching some of the attack on his arm. He held up his shield behind him in time to catch the hit, but to be thrown from his feet anyway.

The shield was dented and cracked along its edges. The thrusters refused to boost, and his Battery ticked away near-silently. His helmet finally broke as a pincer slammed down onto it, shattering into two halves of plastic and metal. The whoosh of metal approaching him again was the only sure-fire way he knew that he was going to die.

"Stop."

Ariel's arms trembled as she pointed the bolter at Genesect, primed to shoot Aura-canceling rounds. The Anomaly didn't so much as click at her in response, as if gauging her abilities.

"Don't hurt them," she said softly, tears trailing down her face. "Don't. Please. I've tried to repent, I've tried to give up what's wrong inside of me, I've tried to make this life of mine mean something. Please. Don't make me throw it all away."

Genesect didn't move. It stood entirely still.

His elbows clicked as he tried to push himself up. "Don't!" Blanche yelled.

It disappeared.

Ariel's eyes widened a fraction as a pincer came down from behind her.

He could see it in her eyes. The flashing of a life gone by spent trying to help others at sacrifice to herself. He didn't know what she struggled with, why she had left before, or what reasons she had for becoming who she was.

Whatever it was she had struggled with, he could only hope that she'd forgive him for not being able to help. Maybe he'd meet her again. If God was merciful and Helix wasn't too far removed, they might see each other again someday.

The pincer kept moving towards her, beginning to frost over as energy gathered.

Ariel burst into flames.

Red and orange light licked across the room as Genesect was forced back into the air. Pressure washed across his face as the temperature in the room seemed to double. Blanche stared on as her silhouette remained standing resolutely, and her cry became absolute like a fire bell in the night.

White-hot and trailing around her neck like a wreath they settled. Like the mane of a beast, the flames fell down around her like hair.

"You will not hurt them!" she cried as the flames floated upwards, spiraling into themselves like a halo. "I know they can never accept a hypocrite like me, but I don't care! You will not hurt them, and I will never, ever let you!"

A pillar of flame shot from her body, bending and curving around the Genesect like a set of three rings before imploding.

"You've hurt my friends, you've hurt my family, I'm tired of hiding from you!" she yelled, steam curling from her body as another pillar burst from her outstretched hands. "If my Lord will not forgive me, then so be it, but I can't accept He would want me to sit idly by as His people and Pokémon are hurt!" Another torrent of white-hot fire surrounded Genesect, melting away the blast that it had attempted to charge.

"This flame is my hope."

Light swirled through the broken stained glass, as if from the sun itself, and became solid flames cast down on the Anomaly.

"This flame is my future."

Genesect was surrounded on all sides by a burst of seemingly holy fire. Its clicking and beeping was entirely drowned out by the screaming of heat in the air.

Ariel pointed at Genesect, the wreath of fire billowing around her. "This flame is who I am! I may be no better than a Pyroar, but I will be the Pyroar of Helix! I will wear that title, even if it goes against everything I am, as long as it allows me to protect… my… FAMILY!"

Pillars intercepted Genesect as it attempted to fly away, coming from the ground and from the rafters, filling the church with an almost holy light. A vertical and horizontal lash of fire intersected across it, blowing it out the already shattered window with a cry.

Smoke still curled from beneath Ariel's wreath. Sweat soaked her brow as her headdress burned away.

Blanche pushed himself up, still processing what he was seeing.

She picked up Audino, resisting its struggle in her grip as it lashed out against her, and ran out of the hole that had been torn in the front door.

His eyes widened and he stumbled to his feet. His broken Gear and helmet dissolved at his feet as he ran after her.

Genesect landed in the central street, creating a crater and a shockwave of dust and gravel. Shadow Pokémon surrounded the crater, either knocked to the sides by the impact or already knocked out by Ash, Gin, a returned Salem, and their Pokémon.

Ariel threw her arm up like she was summoning a mountain as she ran towards it, but instead a great blade of fire erupted from the earth and swept down the street.

"Call for Pokéballs!" Blanche yelled. They needed to capture the damn Anomaly, not let Ariel make herself a killer.

It was hazy, so he couldn't be certain they heard him, but the best he could do was hope.

Genesect blasted a pillar of ice in return, cutting the fire in two before it could dissipate. It rose into the air, just barely levitating and looking around, clearly trying to reorient itself.

Gin leapt into the air, grabbed onto Genesect's helmet, and kicked it square in the middle of each eye. There was a wave of darkness as he jumped back, flipping in the air to land in a crouch.

Genesect charged another shot, its target changed to Gin, but was cut off by another pillar of fire.

Plusle and Minun clapped their hands together, and a hazy field surrounded them, Salem, and Meowstic. Meowstic's eyes glowed pink as the air seemed to distort and compress around Genesect, feeding the flames further and crushing them into a tight sphere around the Bug-Steel-type.

It exploded outwards, sending licks of flame and drops of molten metal flying as it flew higher into the air, just beyond their reach.

There was a burst of purple gas below it, then on the wall of the church, then on its roof, and then on its very highest point, before metal glinted in the sky.

Ash appeared above the Genesect, holding his blade aloft and poised to strike. He dropped multiple pellets as more plumes followed, before they compressed below him into a seemingly solid plate. With a crack of metal on glass, they exploded onto Genesect like shrapnel.

Genesect flew out of the way, dodging each bit of the poisonous meteor shower, but Ash kept falling towards him, brandishing his second blade, one that was a bright red in coloration.

Whatever words he said, whatever aria he spoke, Blanche didn't hear them, as Ash exploded into movement, jumping from each shard that surrounded Genesect and cutting it faster than it could respond, faster than Blanche could even blink.

Genesect charged a shot, shooting off a wild beam of torrential water that missed Ash, but forced him to dodge downwards and end the assault.

"How is this thing not knocked out yet?" Blanche asked, breathing heavily. Steam was beginning to rise from the ground as the water soaked into the super-heated gravel roads. The air was soaked with humidity, but Genesect still flew in the air. The lenses of its eyes were cracked, seeming to protect the true eyes, and its armor was broken in some places showing a deep brown shell beneath.

As it rose higher into the air, Ash reached for more of his gas pellets, only to find that they had none left. With no leverage, no working flight abilities between any of them… it was a doomed effort.

Naturally, as soon as this thought occurred to him, it was quickly un-occurred by a serpentine black and green-scaled dragon tackling it out of the air.

"He-eeeeeey, newbies! Came as fast as I could, but I'm sorry if I missed some stuff." Rosa said, tapping her knuckles against her helmet as soon as she finished landing. Gin's stance seemed to gain a bit less fatigue, recognizing the familiarity of the girl.

Blanche sighed deeply, before letting out a laugh. "Right. I think we're about to start wrapping up. If you're here, though…"

He heard the tumbling of rocks behind him as a Stone Edge pierced the Heavens and took Genesect right along with it. He turned and saw Serena slide to a stop down the side of the pillar, princess-carrying Shauna while both were in full morph.

"Hey, someone ask the boss lady what Ariel's code name should be," Blanche said, smirking for what felt like the first time in years. He turned fully towards the hovering Genesect as it tried to recover. A meteor shower of purple scales fell down upon it as Tencent's 50% form craned its neck and cried out. Genesect tried dodging, but the scales came fast and heavy.

"Are you sure that's necessary?" Ariel asked, breathing heavily. Audino was still struggling in her grip, but her hold was iron-clad.

"Of course," he said, giving the widest smile he could. "You're one of us. You always have been. You've never had anything to fear."

"I… suppose you're right. I don't know why I've ever thought otherwise," she said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Shauna's arm came away from the side of her helmet, as if adjusting it. "Professor Sy- Yew has cleared Ariel to be FLARE Ranger 07, Eryngo!"

A thought occurred to him, but it was such an aside that he simply forgot. Something about rhymes and acronyms.

He looked up at the Genesect as thunder roared across the sky and a transformer exploded by the MagLev station. It struck the Bug and Steel-type and brought it low.

Genesect floated up, weaker than it had before. It wavered up and down, the thruster on its back strengthening and weakening in power.

"I think we're getting close to the end of the tunnel!" Blanche held up his fist. "Shell it with everything we've got!"

It was a brutal affair. Lighting through the soaked earth, Draco Meteors from the sky, Earthquake's that threatened to bury it alive, a close combat of swords that moved faster than the eye could see, kicks delivered in between when it seemed like they might stop, blasts of psychokinetic energy and pressure, spears of light, and pillars of flame.

At the end of it all, in a crater created with destruction, the earth glittered like glass as Genesect lay unconscious, armor broken from its body and its form revealed as some sort of pseudo-Kabutops. Plastic and metal tubing exposed that led into its body, providing reinforcement to the exoskeleton.

Blanche kneeled beside it, quiet for a moment in thought. Ultimately, he held up his hand and waved the others off. A Pokéball appeared in his hands, the uplink to his suit maintained even if could not see it, and he placed it on the Pokémon.

One, two, three.

It clicked.

Just another thing without a home.

Its abilities were forced onto it, clearly. Did it really want to fight them? Did it know that it had a choice? Could it really be blamed for anything?

What he wanted more than almost anything was to keep something like it from being created again. But, in his small life in Kalos, he could only hope that there was someone to carry that torch for him.


Colress frowned as FLARE's public safety briefing crossed his desk a long while later. It contained few specifics, but the town was close enough to where the prototype had been released for it to be obvious.

Hmph. He didn't have anything personally against the Helixian Church, but it was just so… unscientific. Few Legendaries with ties to their religion had been discovered, meanwhile Legendaries that chose to communicate with humans would swear by unknown, but higher powers.

His lab had been dim, but grew brighter as the door opened.

"Hm? Who is it? Are you the UR's representative?" he asked, turning towards the threshold.

"No, I'm with Interpol," the silhouette in the door said. "Technically," they added as an aside. There were strange outcroppings on his body. They were blocky, almost. Armor, perhaps? Unusual for an investigator.

"How can I help you?" Colress asked, swinging back and forth in his chair. "And may I have your name? I am Colress, of course."

They spoke, already on a different line of thought. "Now, I'm not the smartest guy, but I heard about something strange happening in Kalos. Something involving a Pokémon that seemed a lot like one of your past experiments. Those kids in FLARE are pretty competent, so they had it covered, but it seems strange that something like it would show up twice."

"Now, I assure you, though the Anomaly looked similar to my experimental Genesect, I was uninvolved. Perhaps the original had some offspring in the wilderness," he offered with a barely concealed smirk.

"Ah, yeah, that makes sense," they said. "But you know, I don't think I said anything about Genesect. I can understand that you've probably been accused already and are feeling a bit defensive, so I won't hold it against you. But you know what? The saying, eh, once is a happening, twice is a coincidence, three times is a…"

"A conspiracy?" Colress offered. "It really is a coincidence, though."

"Ah, that might have been it. I like to call it a pattern though. Odd Pokémon that are genetically modified and run wild… I've seen that four times now. Isn't that strange?"

Colress tilted his head. "Not from me. The incident with the Golurk Synchro Project was a result of the test subject's inability to cooperate, and the initial Genesect was a mistake, I'll admit."

"See, I don't think that's true, because… you know, when I see stars, I just really want to draw lines between 'em, you know? Like a dot puzzle."

"Connect the dots?"

"Yeah. See… this lab is strangely close to a lab I found around… what was it, nine years ago?"

Colress wracked his memories. That old thing? Of course, it was known to Team Plasma at the time, but it had been destroyed. And this man didn't sound like any scientist or grunt he knew, so who could it…

Colress had been absently twirling a pen for the entirety of the conversation. He dropped it.

"See, Colress, you work in patterns. You've made two Pokémon so far that haven't worked so well. A little after the Heavens Shattered, you made the first Genesect. I should know, since I fought it until it calmed down and started helping me. And a while before that, say, I must have been ten years old. Right around when I found my partner Pokémon. You've tried to duplicate Golurk since then, but differently. Now, another Genesect shows up. Really, what am I supposed to believe?"

The figure seemed to double in size, becoming rounder.

"I think you, me, and my old pal Golurk are going to have a wonderful chat."


Blanche made the executive decision to not move out of their home in Little Kanto. The row house was familiar, but more importantly, it was where his family was. Mrs. Grace never viewed them as a burden, except for maybe when they couldn't stop Augustine from stopping by to flirt. Ariel needed a home in the city again, and for the same reason he hadn't wanted to stay, he didn't want to leave Ariel alone.

Serena, Shauna, and Rosa didn't stick around very long. They helped with cleaning up the rest of the Shadow Pokémon, though the three new Espers (excluding Ariel, who had collapsed not minutes after the calm had set in) had handled it well enough.

FLARE was extraditing them all to Orre for nature-based rehabilitation, as well as help from Professor Krane, the UR's declared expert. Ariel hadn't wanted to part with Audino, and Michael wanted to speak with his old mentor. In the end, the two had left for a few weeks for treatment.

Honestly, not that he was feeling big-brother instinct or whatever, but if that pairing happened, he couldn't see it going too badly. Though if it did, he might have needed to have a manly discussion with everyone in FLARE. No, actually, he needed that discussion to happen without the Professor.

And then… months passed. Life continued on. Anomalies happened, he trained at the gym with Gin and whoever else from FLARE wanted to tag along, usually Whitley and/or Clemont. Anomalies happened, he and Ariel made hollow promises of starting a new church where everyone would be welcome regardless of the status quo. Between her being a nun, not a clergy, and him being an amnesiac with a job and a rather unclear understanding of what "God" was, it probably wasn't happening anytime soon, but it was nice to dream. Anomalies happened, he would see footage of Serena or Shauna's Gym Battles on TV and cheer as they decimated their competition. Fennekin and Froakie had already evolved by the time April rolled around, and they were popping up as local heroes on the GTS from what he could tell. It felt good to support them, even if they were always dozens of miles away.

The current FLARE team earned the acronym of AURAE, which was supposedly plural for aura and a pun on Aveline's part. So yes, it was literally years in the making.

Huh. Years.

It really hadn't occurred to Blanche that his life, for the most part, was ordinary. Not in terms of sanity, not by a long shot, but in that it had routine. He knew what to expect. It was usually "the unexpected," but in ways he could rationalize. Anything he couldn't, well, he'd just say "welcome to the insane world of Pokémon" as if that explained anything.

It was almost a shame that it couldn't last forever.


In late April, a dart shot across the Alola Region archipelago, spraying sea water as the stark white hull cut across the choppy seas.

On a muddy beach, the boat came to dock, rolling up and down with the water. From the sealed exterior, a hatch opened and expanded outwards, forming a walkway onto the disturbed earth.

A woman with curtains of nearly white blonde hair stepped out, flanked by an aging man with green glasses and a gaited woman in a pink turtleneck.

"Faba, report," Lusamine said, charging across the grass towards the center of the small island.

"We lost contact with the lab at approximately twelve in the morning, nearly midnight," the man said, hunching over a clipboard. "Initially it was believed to be the workers on staff fooling around again, but the attempts to establish communications have failed.

"Tch." Her pleasant smile quickly morphed into a scowl. "This is important work, I won't have it be spoiled by…"

Her words trailed off as the tree line fell away, along with the earth, and further, the earth beneath her feet. She skidded down the side of the gravelly rockfall, landing in a thin layer of mud.

"What on…"

"Oh, Madame President, are you alright?" Wicke called, supporting herself on a tree as she looked over the edge.

Lusamine stared across the blasted out crater. It was dozens, maybe hundreds of feet in diameter. Ocean water slowly trickled into the basin as the tide rose further. There seemed to be further holes in the earth, going deeper down though she couldn't see inside.

"Is this an Ultra Beast attack?" she asked in awe, bringing herself to her feet. Immediately, she felt that itch in her skull that said otherwise.

An Ultra Beast wouldn't have explained the uniformity or the scale of the blast.

And it certainly wouldn't explain the footprints.


Lysandre received the call for aid.

"Have Dahlia report, immediately," he said to Augustine, his back turned as he looked out of his office window.

Below, as always, blue and red glows revolved around each other, though the sources of the light never quite became apparent.

"You're sure?" the Professor asked. He wrung his hands nervously. "This is it?"

"The Aether Foundation has many projects. The details were not fully disclosed to me, it is independent from the UR, however…" Lysandre tapped his fingers together. "The facility destroyed was labeled as cell research. They don't exactly hide what cells they're trying to duplicate. If it has reawakened, it will be amassing its power through its cells."

Augustine stopped fidgeting. "You're certain, then. Everything will be as you said it was?"

Lysandre didn't respond for a moment. "I can't guarantee for certain, but I believe it will bring us closer than we are now. Make contact with Dahlia. Have her and her core report to me, and I will guide them to the pipeline." He paused. "Do not inform Amaranth or the other Rangers. That boy knows too much already."

Augustine gave a small laugh. "Heh. You don't have anything to worry about from him, I was joking when I said he was like you…"

"If he is like me in any way, then he will fight tooth and nail to prevent me from doing what must be done."

"Do we really have to do this?"

"You have reported yourself that the core is inseparable from Dahlia. If both must be used, then so be it."

"You're a… real tough cookie, Lysandre." Augustine forced a smile though his body was trying to frown. "This will bring them all back?"

"It will make it possible. That is Xerneas and Yveltal's domain, after all. It is Zygarde that will restore balance."

The glowing lights at the bottom of the pipeline continued to revolve.


A few days later, safe from the pouring rain, the door to a little house in Little Kanto slammed open. "Yo!"

Blanche's attention was shaken from the hot chocolate he was attempting to brew. "Huh?" He looked over to the door and nearly dropped his spoon. "Oh, Rosa! What's up?"

Rosa shook herself off of the rain, shaking herself rapidly like, well, Tencent didn't seem to get wet but vibrated the moisture off like it was. "Nothing much, just got called back to the city by FLARE." She walked over to the table and dropped her traveling pack, before beginning to ring out her ponytails. "How about you, B-meister?"

She'd picked up the nickname from Tierno at some point, though he couldn't quite remember when.

He shrugged, turning the stove on low and leaning against the counter. "Ariel's settled back in well, and she's volunteering at the Pokémon Center in the plaza in her spare time." He tapped his chin in thought. "She usually deescalates fights with Espers before they get too bad."

"She does tend to inspire that in people," Rosa said, staring off into space before tilting her head. "What's it called in the eastern regions? Mo-eh?"

Blanche felt an egg sliding down his spine, though it was completely imagined. "No clue. I swear, though, it feels like there's an Anomaly every other day now, it's ridiculous," he sighed. "Is that why they called you back in?"

"Actually, I dunno. The Professor just called and said I needed to be back on stand-by as soon as possible," Rosa said.

Tencent barked in agreement, resting its hexagonal head on the table and just staring into the wall dumbly.

"Which one?" Blanche asked.

"Professor Sycamore," she answered honestly.

"No, which one?" he clarified.

"Oh, tall, dark and handsome. Why?" she asked.

Blanche thought he had a point to raise for a moment, but dropped it. "Never mind. How's the Gym Challenge going?"

Rosa leaned to pick up her bag for a moment. She held out a badge case, showcasing four badges that glittered beneath the ceiling fan. "Ta-da!"

If Blanche could whistle, he would have. "Dang, four already? It's barely even May. How are, uh, how is Tierno doing? I knew you were traveling with him."

"Not wondering how Shauna is?" she teased.

He rolled his eyes. No, really, that's what happened. He was a mature young man, and so definitely wasn't averting his gaze to avoid the question.

"Yeah, maybe I am, alright?" he admitted, perhaps a bit louder than he needed to. "It's not that important anyway. How's Tierno?"

She rested her chin on her palm. "Dancing with the stars, last time I saw him. He got caught up with a traveling band of Pikachu performers in Coumarine Town, and I think they were heading to Laverre City."

"Aw, man, he didn't visit?"

"Hey, he's an artist. Those types take a while to get where they're going. It's not about the destination, y'know?"

"Right…" Blanche said, before changing the subject. "So, have you run into any of the others?"

"No, not yet," Rosa sighed, before laughing. "A bunch of Slowpokes, am I right?"

"Not Tierno, though?" Blanche asked.

"He's an artist!" she said, suddenly defensive.

Fair game, Blanche thought. "Right, right. Have you caught any cool Pokémon?"

It was as if he had dumped water on a sizzling flame. It sounded like it too, though he didn't notice. Rosa slumped into her palm. "No, not yet. They always run away when me and Tencent get close." She looked past him. "The milk is boiling, B-meister."

"Huh?" His head whipped to the side, and indeed, bubbles were curdling over the sides of the metal pot and splashing onto the stove. "Oh, shifffaafafff-" he almost cracked the plastic, turning the dial all the way off. The milk was caked onto the pot's sides, and he had noticeably less than he started with. "No, I can't swear, don't swear…"

Rosa was cracking up behind him, with Tencent barking with a rhythm suspiciously similar to a laugh. And was that Chespin?

He sighed as he dumped out the pot and gave up on the effort entirely. Steam curled around his face as he washed it out with cold water.

"You know… you didn't say much about how you were doing," she said.

"Not much to say," he said, wringing out a sponge. "FLARE stuff, working out, training a little with Chespin."

"That's plenty! So, how buff are you? Can you deadlift a Hippowdon yet?" She was suddenly behind him, grasping at his upper arms.

"I don't know, probably not." He lightly swatted at her hands. "Stop that, I'm washing dishes."

"Show me the muscles, B-meister!"

Blanche flexed, but he was still trying to work at the burnt milk.

"Da-aaaaaaaaang. Do you do anything but lift in your spare time?"

"Read books sometimes. Watch the news. Sometimes I think I should pick up a part-time job just to occupy myself, but I'd inevitably get fired for running out when there's an Anomaly or scheduling conflicts…"

Rosa suddenly jumped on his back, nearly strangling him with her arms. "Giddy-up!"

He dropped the pot with a clang, stumbling back. "Agh, I'm-"

"I'm not that heavy! Pignite-back ride, come on!" She kicked him with her knees, still wringing out his neck.

"Chespin, help!"

The Grass-type whipped him in the back of the head with a vine, missing Rosa entirely.

"Ches…" he muttered, discouraged.

Tencent, of course, did nothing as well, continuing to bark out laughter like there was no tomorrow.

"You're both traitors to the male speci- Ack-"

"Less talking! Giddy up!"

I'm not making it to June if this keeps up, Blanche thought, before sighing and resigning himself to his fate.


There is a being with many names.

The One Divided, the One United. An inefficient but accurate translation of ancient texts.

The Equalizer. A more modern name for the legend, as well as simplifying its meaning.
The King in the Mountain.

There is likely no title more accurate for Zygarde.

He still slumbers deep within the Terminus Cave.


AN:

I think I've done my job with foreshadowing.. Ariel's twist was planned from the beginning, she's a deeper character than just a nice bible-thumper. That's the image she wants to project. Everyone has an ideal image like that, except maybe Blanche on account of him being Blanche and Serena on account of her being Serena.

Ariel doesn't know exactly how the Aural Shell bolters work. They look like actual, if bulky, guns. She assumed it was an actual gun that while it might not have killed the Genesect, would carry the intent to. If you shoot a guy in plate armor and they die, you still shot them even if you didn't think it would kill them. Minor thing, but not something I've mentioned before.

This is your final warning, savor your filler now or forever hold your peace, because the dom-com section is over and we're shifting into… heh, shifting into Turbo.

I've got my ACT and other obligations this week, so I'll be taking another hiatus, but I'll be back on the 20th. Peace.
 
Chapter Nineteen: Ambivalence

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
As April faded into May, the news reports became more and more common. At first, it was thought to be a freak meteorological event. Soon enough, it became apparent that it was something more.

It had started with a strange sandstorm far south of Orre. Green in color, most thought it was an odd colony of Cottonee or strangely colored Jumpluff. That didn't explain how it seemed to grow over time, nor the blobs that seeped out of the earth to join it.

It had only affected a few backwater towns, so deep in the desert they hadn't known of the existence of others, and as such it wasn't known.

The storm approached the Gulf Stream, and as it did, the Anomaly became more apparent.

It started with the footsteps of a giant it left behind. Then it became the nearby towns managing to take photographs of both the storm and the strange cells it continuously absorbed.

Swellowtail City was wiped off the face of the Earth. Evacuation notices had been sent long prior, of course, but when the people and Pokémon that lived there returned, their city was a flat plane, the buildings seemingly shredded by the wind itself. The footsteps now traced their way across hundreds of miles, in a perfectly focused path.

(In an ironic turn of events, some of the people that lived there would eventually relocate to Lumiose-3, citing that it was much less likely for the UR to let some… thing destroy such a vital location. Blanche was not made aware of this, but Ariel did end up seeing some old friends.)

And the storm continued onwards through the Atlantic Ocean, not caring of the damage it left behind. The footsteps faded, with no one to track them and few willing to try. A mass of green cell-like blobs with a light at its center. In some photos, it shone red. In some reports, it shone blue. In some videos, it shined with both, and much more than that, a light to compete with the sun itself.

The world at large was apathetic, viewing it as a strange storm, which, on its current course, would be dealt with by FLARE. They had destroyed a meteor, hadn't they? They could handle a strange storm, so the reasoning went. Kalosians hesitated to buy in, as those with exceptionally good memories or plain old good luck knew better.

They had seen such a storm the first time the Heavens Shattered.


"The storm's getting closer, Lysandre," Augustine said, hands in his pocket as he stood in the dark office. The lights far beneath the window continued to revolve. "It's going to reach the city sooner rather than later.

"So it is," Lysandre replied, leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped beneath his nose.

"I don't like it," he continued, a dead-eyed stare penetrating through Lysandre. "It's… necessary, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I don't like this either, Augustine," Lysandre said. "I do not enjoy making these choices, you know that very well."

"You know," Augustine said, lifting his gaze a bit to look at the mural of Yveltal carved in the ceiling, "You tell me a lot about those things I don't remember, that I can't, and that you can."

"Do you not believe me anymore?" Lysandre asked coolly.

"Not that." Augustine shook his head, almost mechanically. "I remember, back during our journey… what was it, three years ago? No, more than that. Huh. We did start rather late, didn't we? We were on a research period at Pokémon Tech, Diantha was running the Gym Challenge and getting into her bigger roles, I hadn't found Aveline yet…"

"Your point?" Lysandre prodded.

"I'm just wondering if you're the same person I knew back then," Augustine said, tracing the red outline with his eyes.

"I don't enjoy what I've become," Lysandre said coldly.

"I know, I know," Augustine said, holding up his hands in surrender. "But… if none of this was ever necessary, would you have changed so little?"

Lysandre was silent.

"Don't hurt them," Augustine said.

"I don't wish to. There is a certain beauty in youth. It's a shame we can't preserve that inner beauty, but to reverse the… tarnishing of this world's beauty-"

"It must be done," Augustine said, interrupting. "I know. Dahlia and Tencent?"

"Have them report to the pipeline. Give them individual instructions and order them to stay put. With the beacon the core serves as, the effects of the Tree and the Cocoon, and the drive to achieve a complete form, it is certain that our control of Zygarde will be established," Lysandre said. "You will explain none of this to the other Rangers. As far as they are concerned, this is another assignment with unfortunate timing."

"Right," Augustine said, before sighing and finally looking down from the ceiling. "This is it?"

"I believe we have had this conversation before," Lysandre said. "If all goes well, then yes. If it does not, have the Rangers on standby. Finish training of the new Ranger. Do not allow them to evacuate with the rest of the citizens." The order hadn't yet been made from the regional weather service, but most knew it was coming soon enough. "It will likely do nothing, but we will not be remembered as cowards."

Augustine's head tilted to the side, accompanied by an odd look in his eye. "From what you've told me… will they remember us at all?"


A storm continued brewing in the skies above Lumiose-3. Hundreds of thousands of tiny specs of green rotated like a hurricane, the eye nearly directly above the tip of Prism Tower. The little light of the afternoon sun that broke through glared at them as if reflected by rubies and sapphires. A shadow was cast upon the city, and though it was not total darkness, the shade was oppressive enough.

The sirens for evacuation and sheltering kept blaring, though they sounded far away as they drummed into Blanche's ears. The city around them was still. Entire apartment blocks were pitch black, boutiques were closed, café windows were shuttered and boarded up.

Around him, six of the other FLARE Rangers were gathered. Serena and Shauna stood together with Ariel close nearby. Gin, Ash, and Salem (Meowstic in tow) stood in their own trio, though they worriedly watched the sky like Blanche, who stood between all of them.

Chespin's presence gave him little, but more than zero comfort. Somewhere behind him, he knew Plusle and Minun were, but the lack of the near constant dialogue between the two (Or, more accurately, Plusle squeaking at Minun) was disconcerting.

A pit hollowed itself out in his stomach, and he felt it wouldn't be going away any time soon. He didn't like the color of the cells, though he couldn't explain why they had such a sickly pallor. He didn't like how Rosa and Tencent were spirited away for a special mission without so much as a word of mention beforehand. And he certainly didn't like the taste of the air. It was like ozone was pouring into his lungs with every breath, and though the adage states that lightning never strikes twice…

"Mobilize Prism Tower," said the voice of someone he had only met once. Lysandre had never actively aided a field operation before, why was he suddenly starting? "Prepare for reception."

Like the city itself had been built on gears, the paved pathway beneath him began clicking and churning. A section of the plaza around the tower sunk downwards, then out of sight entirely. So did another, and then another, until the foundation beneath Prism Tower became clear to see.

"What the hell?" Blanche breathed.

"Do not interfere, Amaranth. This city was built for this purpose." Lysandre didn't bother with pleasantries, simply stating such and leaving no room for questioning. "None of you will move."

Rods shot out of the tower's joints, each of its four corners hissing with air. With a massive screech of metal, from its top to its base, the tower split. Each of the four corners descended sideways, grinding slowly along until their interiors opened to the sky. Shadows fell across them and the surrounding apartment blocks.

The storm in the sky seemingly sharpened, the eye descending and the cyclone of cells stretching downwards along with it.

"This is it?" Augustine asked. "Zygarde?"

"It is." On Blanche's interface, the orange-haired man took a deep breath. "Aveline, if you would not mind playing Beethoven's Ode an die Freude. I believe it is… appropriate."

"Um, alright, sir," she said, showing her confusion before rapidly typing on the keyboard. A deep bass note struck like a gong through the interface, reverberating through Blanche's ears.

As the storm descended, more and more of the light shone through, reflecting and refracting across the city, illuminating Blanche with a thousand spotlights. He took a step back.

As rapid notes began shimmering in his mind, the light seemed to crack. Cells exploded into light, reflecting more and more of what was inside.

It wasn't the sunlight, Blanche realized, but a bright core at the eye of the storm. Like a sun or something unknowable, unseeable, it burned with a nearly white light. Through that light, a core within the core became visible, if just barely. A speck that was either red or blue, changing every time he blinked.

It continued moving downwards as the music faded into some sort of chanting, almost divine in and of itself.

Blanche felt as if he was viewing the hand of God.

The core tapped against the foundation of Prism Tower.

"Yes. Yes!" Lysandre said, his eyes burning as he focused further.

A spark ignited around it, popping from a circular band at its base, sticking out above. Arcs of electricity began flowing, the lighting a deep red, linking into itself like it were a chain.

"Yes! That power!" Lysandre reared back like a Pyroar. "Give it to us! We are your successors! We will bring them all back!"

The arcs of lightning continued hopping between each other, beginning to strike higher and high into the cells of the storm. The core began condensing, the light seemingly bound by the machine the tower contained.

The crackling of electricity suddenly stopped. The core withdrew, floating back into the air.

"What?" Lysandre said, his brow furrowing.

The storm withdrew as if pulled by a muscle. It was fast, almost faster than he could process. It condensed, all of it, the cells, the air, the sky, everything. A sphere of green and white formed, and black lashes began snapping off of it.

"That… that's not Zygarde. The bait, did it not…" Lysandre trailed off.

The core exploded in a flash of light, the lashes flying free and back into the air.

Blanche faced up, his body tensing automatically. Chespin jumped from his shoulder and moved behind him. A pressure seeped into his helmet, flooding his ears.

Facing down at them was a golem. A scaled monstrosity of sickly green armor, black tendrils, and a crowned head with no face.

"A fake? No… an imperfect clone!" Lysandre said. "Destroy it! Destroy it at any cost! It must not be allowed to breach the pipeline!"

The music in his ears reached its peak as the chanting became rapid and high-pitched.

The false Zygarde dropped towards the tower and the earth quaked.


The metal paneling shook around them, from the floor beneath their feet to the highest reaches of the hole they were trapped in. The revolving blue and red lights shuddered and seemed to lose their balance, if only for a moment.

Tencent whimpered. The deep pipeline beneath Lumiose-3, beneath FLARE; it was unnerving and dark.

Rosa wrapped her arms around the dog-like Zygarde's neck, kneeling next to it in the center of the deep pit.

"It's gonna be okay," she whispered, rubbing his scales, "We're all gonna be just fine."


The air around Blanche exploded, buffeting him with tiny particles and scraps of metal. The sky above them was blotted out even further and choked by dust. Almost immediately after, a cone split around them.

Serena's arms were raised as the earth solidified in the air around them, forming a sort of dirt wall. Protective bubbles sprung up around them as Meowstic's eyes glowed, its arms moving in sync with Salem's.

The cross-sections of Prism Tower crashed to the ground, breaking apart into plumes of concrete. Cracks ran along the paved plaza beneath their feet, and Blanche fell to his knees as the tremors grew stronger.

The false Zygarde towered above them, standing at the peak of the wreckage. Wire and rubbles were beneath its feet. The dust settled from the air around it, revealing a cyclone of clouds that remained in the sky, thinly blocking out the fading daylight. It was taller than all of them combined, and the pressure it emitted was monstrous.

Blanche managed to stop kneeling and pushed himself to his feet. He quickly wiped his visor free of dust, before holding his hands aloft. His mind ran with possibilities.

Zygarde? Tencent? No, Tencent's with Rosa. Where are they? Isn't this the one hundred percent form?

His mind shifted gears almost instantaneously.

Zygarde is a Dragon and Ground-type, meaning the BURST was ineffective, unless… a Railgun. Deploy that, definitely. BOOST is out, speeding up won't help. The STAB is channeled electricity, so no. The STRIKE will save my ass for sure. The SLASH? Will that do much?

Black tendrils began flowing out of Zygarde's body, the hexagons stretching out into sharp, cone-like tentacles.

"STRIKE!"

He dove to the side, holding up his arm as it was engulfed with light. Scales bounced off of fading-in metal as the tentacle struck right where his chest had been moments ago.

He didn't have to call for them to move, for they had already scattered. Gin appeared in front of him moments later, his limbs steeped in hazy dark aura, before he punched the tentacle away. Aural Shells bounced off of its main body as a Stone Edge shot towards it. Rubble levitated into the air and was thrown, and the crackling of electricity echoed behind him.

The tentacle snapped to the side, before slamming back and striking Gin across the chest, throwing him from his feet and across the concrete.

A wall of flame erupted in front of them, obscuring Blanche's vision though he heard the hissing reaction along with the roar.

Blanche pushed himself up and ran over the Gin. The Dark-type Esper rolled onto his arms, coughing.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about- Back!"

Blanche stumbled away as another tendril shot towards him from his left, narrowly missing him. He slammed the STRIKE down on it, and the thrusters burned. The tentacle was pinned beneath it as the shield continued accelerating. With a sickening squelch, the scales cracked, and the length that had gone past him broke down into black and yellow cells, floating into the air before they dissolved.

"The hell?" Blanche swore, looking back at the main body. Shauna dodged in the air around it as electricity coiled around her and she shot off another piece of metal. It sank into Zygarde's scales as if it were putty, before it was absorbed entirely and the hole closed over.

More tendrils came from down low, but the fires began roaring around its body, pushing them back before they could make contact. Ariel's fingers were tented in front of her face, and she was clearly struggling to stay focused.

It sounded as if a cannon had shot off as a rocket sped across the destroyed plaza. The shape was odd, almost like that off a fist, but it was swatted away by an further-reaching tendril like it was nothing.

"Unfortunate," a new voice called, not coming through the headset.

Blanche looked back, and rather than letting his jaw drop, he smiled almost manically.

A robot covered in silver and white metal, skirted and bulky like a Golurk, though it was built more of sharp processed metal than semi-organic stone. The lights across its body flashed as the pilot continued, "I had assumed that would have more effect."

"Hey, babe!" Gin called.

"Gin," Whitley responded. "I hope it is not too late to help. This machine is… the best I can do."

"It's more than enough!" Gin yelled back, nearly whooping.

He hopped up, running off to strike down another tendril as it shot towards the metal Golurk, nearly in sync with Ash, who had drawn a second Doublade, one which gleamed bright red.

"It's not just her," someone else, someone more masculine, called. There was a flash of karate robes as something crashed from a building's roof onto another tendril, slamming it down into the concrete and severing it instantly. Multiple things, in fact.

"I told you we should have come here earlier," Lenore sighed as she appeared in a wispy smoke from thin air. "We wouldn't need to be so dramatic." She turned towards Blanche, flicking her face-covering shawl over her shoulder. "Hope we didn't miss too much of the fighting."

LaRusso reoriented himself, wiping his brow as Sawk and Throh set to punching and grappling with Zygarde's tendrils. "I think we could have done worse."

A smile broke onto Blanche's face, though it was a thin one. "No, you're just in time."

Serena raised a cover of rocks around Ariel, creating a shield from the sides as she moved forward. Another Stone Edge shot off towards Zygarde, picking up speed before it was torn to gravel by a flurry of tendrils.

Blanche lowered his shield and shifted his stance. With another call, a cylindrical canon appeared loosely in his hands.

"Geranium, I need ammo. Six-inch diameter, ferromagnetic metals," he demanded, before adding, "Need to fuel the big freakin' gun."

"Right." From so far of a distance, he couldn't tell if she had nodded for sure, as she was running along the wall of the building at that moment, but seconds later a dinky, rounded clump of metal bounced towards him. The sounds were inaudible as the tower's wreckage raised into the air before being crumpled downwards by an invisible force and onto the Zygarde.

Every bit of the wreckage, from wiring to paneling to flooring, was torn to shreds as it fell too close.

Plusle and Minun rushed behind Salem as she bounded forward, her and her Meowstic raising an I-beam and throwing it towards Zygarde.

Slowly, but as if put through a wood chipper, that was destroyed as well, metal filaments and shaving flying into the air around it like steam.

"Rue! Gun!"

Shauna dodged back in the air, away from one more tendril. The trail of electricity she had gathered from the city around her followed, some dissipating as it flowed through Zygarde's tentacles.

She stumbled to a stop beside him as she touched down.

"Hey," he said, vaguely gesturing with the BURST. His voice was digitized even in his own hearing, meaning that LADY wasn't transmitting it.

"Hey," she sighed, taking a few rapid breaths. "How much electricity?"

Blanche held up the metal clump, rolled it with his wrist, before sticking it in the business end of the cannon.

"What's the quote… no amount of electricity will ever be enough, but let's start with "Yes.""

She snorted and shook her head. "You're so stupid…"

Regardless, electricity began flowing into the receptacle on his shoulder. In the corner of his vision, the meter quickly began charging for it.

"Hey, that just means you have poor taste," he said, smiling beneath his visor and hefting up the BURST further. "We'll shoot it through the heart, if it has one. It's… not a normal Zygarde."

"As opposed to?" she asked, lining her own vision up with the Gear's sights and wrapping an arm around the cylinder.

"I know a lot of things I have no business knowing." He sounded a bit smug when he said that, so he added, "Don't worry about it."

She sighed. "Idiot."

He smiled and clicked the trigger. The approaching sunset turned into the brightest daybreak.

In unison, they called, "BURST!"

Like a line drive, the heap of scrap metal exploded forward, pushed by and leading a pillar of electricity towards Zygarde. The air dissolved around the beam, piercing straight through the deafening pressure.

Zygarde held out one of its arms, and like a meteor had struck it, a wave radiated from its claws. The crack echoed throughout the city as the electricity diffused entirely and the shot was stopped in its tracks.

Tiny green scales shimmered in the air around it, flowing around it like air currents.

Everyone froze as they were struck by a Thousand Waves.

BaLaNcE.

And the earth shook once again, as the rubble was torn from the ground around it and a wave of sheer aura pounded across the battlefield at the center of Lumiose-3. Hexagons constructed of aura flowed up in a radial blast.

Serena's latest Stone Edge was broken into gravel as she was pushed back. Ash was held up by his Doublade through the buffeting. Gin was thrown from his feet entirely along with Russ and his Pokémon. Lenore crouched low, her shawl wildly whipping around her face. Ariel's earthen shield was destroyed entirely, though a sphere of fire appeared around her and shielded her from the wind.

Blanche was nearly thrown from his feet, before the STRIKE's thrusters burned like they never had before and it pushed itself in front of him and stayed there. He grabbed Shauna's arm to keep her from flying off and she kept a tight grip.

Beneath Zygarde's hooked feet, the world began crumpling downwards as the rubble was blown further and further away from it.

Blnche's eyes widened, and despite all the wind, despite the pressure, despite what would likely happen to him, he took a step forward.

Through the muffling winds, Shauna had to yell, "What are you doing?"

"Lysandre, what will happen if "breaches the pipeline?"" he shouted into helmet, his own words vibrating through his skull.

"It isn't your job to know-"

"Just-" Blanche's swears were blistered by the wind, "Tell me, old man, I don't have time for this!"

"The world as we know it will come to an end," Lysandre said slowly, as if each syllable was acid down his throat.

"Of course it will," Blanche spat, taking another step forward. "It's never anything in-between anymore, it's always petty bullshit or the end of the," his profanity was lost on the wind again, "World."

The ground cracked again ahead of him.

"It'll be straight down into the abyss, naturally, because I haven't seen enough of it," he snarked to himself, his glare intensifying.

A rock struck him across the forehead, shattering the protective outer visor but not breaking the helmet. The waves grew more intense, ripping up the ground around him.

A pressure tightened around his chest, like a rope pulling him back, before he felt something impact his back.

"What?"

"Ches, chespin!" it cried, trying to climb up his back as he forced his way forward.

"Well, I'm glad to have you," he struggled out as he pushed through the wind. The thrusters burned so bright that he felt the spandex around his neck slowly begin to melt.

As rocks began scraping across his limbs, tearing open scars long since closed, he smiled. Not from the pain, but in spite of it, to make it clear to himself that he wouldn't accept the pain as a reason to stop.

A tendril lanced out against him, striking straight through the shield's edge like it was paper. It struck at his chest, but no further as it met another tendril, one that glowed white. Almost as if it were a whip.

A shape as wide as it was tall swung out from behind him, nearly making him lose his balance. It stood on the shield, stood against the wind, and lashed out with a Vine Whip against the next tendril, forcing it back as it maintained its glow of evolution.

"Quilladin?" Blanche asked, still pushing forward.

"Quil," it responded as the glow faded. As the next tendril came and tore its Vine Whip in half, it quickly created another despite its sharp cry of pain.

"I owe you one, then," he grunted. "MissingNo, if you can hear me, if you're around, I might need some help."

The air rushing through his helmet didn't answer.

"Fine, then."

In the same motion, he threw the STRIKE away and tightly wrapped an arm around Quilladin.

"BOOST!"

His vision faded for a moment, and his hand shot to his helmet to turn the dial before it appeared.

A tendril cut across the side of his torso, between his ribs and his pelvis. Metal, spandex, even some flesh was torn away by the black tentacle.

Through the nausea and the sudden imbalance, it was a miracle he stayed on his feet.

The world slowed down around him as the foundations of Prism Tower finally shattered, and Zygarde began falling down into a dark abyss.

And Blanche, not a second after replacing his foot, shot forward with the hiss of sparks beneath him. Quilladin's vines wrapped around his arm, practically tying the spiny Pokémon around his arm.

He leapt out over the chasm and over the falling rocks towards Zygarde and whipped out with Quillladin, swinging over his head.

They fell further as Quilladin's spines dug into Zygarde's back, and melded into the black scales. Blanche pulled himself along the vine, shooting past Zygarde's body and into the rubble broken beneath its feet.

The pit beneath was dark. At its center, oh so far away, there were two specks, but revolving blue and red lights seemed to bound up the walls.

Faster. I need to be faster. Faster!

He kicked off of another rush of rocks and pushed through another wave of scales. Heat cascaded against his body as his dove further in, past the debris. One foot of lead seemed like so much, then nothing as he saw Zygarde continuing to descend.

I need to be faster!

He whipped around with Quilladin, checking that it was in one piece before swinging it back up like a mace. Air hardened around it like glass, it dug into Zygarde's torso and hardened, latching in.

Blanche pulled himself in, overshooting before pulling himself tight against its chest. He looked into the red and blue scales deep in its chest, then at its empty face. Tendrils began seeping out of its scales. Blanche's glare tightened and a grim smile forced itself onto his face.

"Could really use that help right now!" he yelled at the air.

Once again, it didn't answer.

Tendrils tried to wrap around Quilladin and absorb it, pulling it further into the scaly mass.

Blanche planted his feet and kicked off, the blood rushing to his head before he reoriented himself.

The air became a hazy purple as Draco Meteors struck the debris and Zygarde's body, pounding against it and pushing it back, ever so slightly.

But they continued falling, and Tencent's efforts became token ones.

The lights below him grew closer, that much he could see in his periphery. His battery flickered with sparks as it sputtered.

"No, no!"

The white glow died out entirely, slowly fading to a sparkling gray tone.

Time stopped slowing down and the tendrils accelerated towards him. In the corners of his vision, green cells floated up from below him with a slow, agonized scream.

Blanche shut his eyes tight, bracing for his last few moments.

"Please…"

Static roared in his ears.

For a split second, it seemed as if the world around him froze entirely. Rocks stopped falling, the cells stopped absorbing into Zygarde's body, he felt entirely weightless.

It was like a surge of ice water as his blood turned to lava, overpowering and burning through his nerves.

The air whispered the words in his ears, nearly silent as if they were lost on the winds of a midsummer night.

"I… am the drill of their souls. Gilded metal is my body, faded aura is my blood. I've gone through hell to preserve the path that leads towards tomorrow. I might never be safe, but I'll ensure the safety of others. And so… I pray."


AIAM FIELD PATTERN: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER.

Designation: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER.

FLARE Designation: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER.

Clemont's hand was already on the button, frozen and immobile as everything else. A blur of static wrapped around it and pushed it down.

One day, he'd swear that he'd seen a skull with beady red eyes looming over his shoulder.


Ten wings of energy exploded from his back, clawing their way into the crackling air around him, before they folded in front of him and spiraled together, forming a cone around his outstretched arm.

Blanche heard the final words through the static, and in sync with a symphony of unknown voices, he finished the aria of the soul.

"Unlimited Drill Works."

The world unfroze, and just as fast as he'd fallen, even faster, he'd exploded upwards. Nitrogen and oxygen became a myth in the space behind him as the drill pierced Zygarde's torso and threw it skyward. Wind screamed in his ears as he ascended with the false god, pouring everything he had into the drill. He knew it wouldn't affect anything. He didn't have aura, he didn't have the natural power, but somehow he couldn't force himself to care. It was power, and he could use it, therefore he would.

Lumiose-3 was left beneath them as he ripped through the skyline, going further and passing even the clouds.

To Blanche's left, there was the sun, setting and turning the horizon orange around it. To his right, there was the moon, full in shape and bringing with it the cool, blue night.

His helmet broke down around him and his eyes met the blank face of the false Legendary.

"If you can understand me… I really am sorry that it had to be this way."

A tendril slashed across his face and chest, drawing blood and a cry from him. It threw him back down as it descended back to earth, it's body swelling back into the hole that he had created.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Blanche murmured, falling back with not even his Battery to protect him.

He didn't need it. He fell back towards the Earth, Zygarde not far above him, and something pushed him to the side, a flash of yellow. The pit beneath them swelled up with earth like a spiral.

Half into unconsciousness, the blood from his cheek dripping into his mouth, he barely made out the words that followed.

"You will not hurt them," Serena said, stepping up to the Legendary as its tendrils re-emerged. Blanche's vision was hazy, but he could have sworn that rocks and rubbles were flowing around her like a sandstorm. "You are not one of our gods. You do not balance Earth and Heaven. Nothing else will. I've learned… that the Heavens are what you make of them." Serena's hands shot forward, along with a Stone Edge. "Because, when you push yourself, they become…" The pillar sharpened and shot straight through the regenerating scales, moving through the torso entirely. "A place on EARTH!"

Zygarde began dissolving into clumps of cells. The sickly black base, whatever it was, dissolved into heaps of mush, while the hundreds of green cells scattered to the wind.

Not a single one of them attempted to move down into the rubble.

Blanche looked up at Shauna and didn't bother trying to logic out how she was carrying him. He slurred out his words, bubbles appearing at his lips, and he asked, "Did we win?"

"Yeah." She laid him down on the ground, shifting his head sideways so he wouldn't choke. "We won, Blondie."

He fought to look back up at the sky, though he suddenly felt so… weak. Like he was feeling hundreds of years of age that weren't his.

"I don't think we've won like this before… Tencent…"

In a deep, dark pit, between two revolving lights, Rosa pulled Quilladin, the closest thing that resembled a companion, close to herself, and she cried.

Storm clouds rolled back in as the disturbance dissipated. For forty days and forty nights, there would be rain.

The sun set on Lumiose-3.


AN:

I'm tired as shit, guys, I'll be honest. I'm a bit behind on the next chapter (I like to keep a buffer) but I should be able to catch up and get it out on time. I think I did pretty well on my ACT, but I don't get my scores back for a while.

In terms of the story… I mean, I'm good technically, right? I appreciate all the reviews, but shit, they're emotionally draining to read. I'm not going to delete them, because that wouldn't fix the story's problems.

The major thing I'm compelled to address is the fandom choice. This could have been a Magical Index fic, but aside from the interesting baseline of the series, I don't like it all that much. The lore is cool, but I can't really get into light novels or their adaptations. This fic could not have come to be without Pokémon, and it wouldn't be the same without it. Pokémon is all about friendship, and its world, though violent, does have the potential for some incredible compassion.

Not to get on my soapbox, but I think apathy is one of the worst afflictions a person can suffer. I can't elaborate on that idea's relevance to the story because of spoilers, but I'm trying to make the story about accepting all the good that comes in life, even if it comes with a hell of a lot of pain. It's better than feeling nothing, and it's better than running away. That's why I call it an Evangelion knock-off, even as a joke; because I want to carry some of the themes over, but with a lot more friendship talk. Pokémon happens to be a very good vehicle for friendship talk, considering it's a metaphysical force. I believe (even naively so) that even if living hurts, the people that care about you will continue to care about you, no matter what, and that's what makes it worth it.

But hey, I'm just some schlock on the internet. Have a good week, everyone.
 
Chapter Twenty: Introjection

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
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When Blanche opened his eyes, he could only see through one of them. The sterile air of the medical wing was all too memorable to him, and he wasn't surprised at all to see it fill in the space around him. The humbuzz of the lights overhead made it clear that he had slept clear through the night.

He hissed as new bandages rubbed against his skin, though he managed to push the blankets aside to sit up and think. He plucked at the bandages that overlapped his eye and gave a relieved breath. He didn't feel any injuries in the socket and he could see fine.

His eyes snapped to the door as it creaked open and Gin poked his head in, before gesturing with a can of soda.

"I, uh, got you a drink, man."

Blanche sighed. "You're a lifesaver." He then paused. "Is it a bad thing that I could mean that literally?" He took the offered can instead of standing up.

"Maybe, yeah, but that's the job," Gin said, cracking open his own can. "You good, dude?"

Blanche looked down at his hospital gown before pulling at it to look at his bandaged chest. Less than he used to wear, but no small amount. "I'll live for now," he said. "How's everyone else?"

Gin took a long drink, then set his can down on the countertop.

Blanche's gaze caught the bandages around his knuckles.

"Not great," Gin said, clicking his tongue. "Really not great."

Blanche's pulse pounded through his skull. It should have been obvious, he said to himself, trying to push it away. You saw it.

I saw it.

Gin started, "Rosa-"

"Rosa, is she…" Blanche began, before shutting up. "No, go ahead."

"No, you first, since you're still in bed," Gin said.

Blanche rubbed his wrists, trying to find any kinks in the joint while processing his thoughts. "Is Rosa alright?"

"I haven't seen the others since they went home," Gin said. "They didn't need to get patched up like you did. I bruised my fists even with metal knuckles."

"Ah, that sucks."

"At least I wasn't bleeding all over my girlfriend," Gin said, shrugging.

Something clicked in Blanche's brain, and his even expression became a lot less forced and a lot more natural. "Not the time for jokes. Were they alright at least? Oh, hell, the city's a mess right now, isn't it? Shit, I'm glad we evacuated, but the MagLevs are probably broken and I can get everyone getting mad at FLARE for not doing enough but-"

"Breathe, man, you're gonna pass out," Gin said.

Blanche's jaw shut mechanically and he pushed his hair out of his face. "Right. Right, shit. Just tell me if they're alright or not."

"You should take it easy while you're still in the hospital," Gin offered. "The boss-man told us all to let him handle everything."
An engine sputtered to life in Blanche's brain. "Augustine or Lysandre?"

"Uh, if you mean the orange-haired guy, then-"

Metal clacked against the tiled floor as an unopened can was knocked from Blanche's side. He stood up, stumbling against the wall before righting himself. His lips were pulled into a grim snarl, his brow furrowed into a glare.

"Move, Gin. I have to talk to someone."

"Rosa's not here, she went home-"

"Not her. Get out of my way."

Gin stepped to the side as Blanche stumbled out.

"Where are you going?" Gin asked.

"In a few minutes, the unemployment office, if there is one," Blanche said, his eyes focused on someplace far away. "Right now, I'm going to have a calm… civilized conversation with our boss."


After solitarily walking down hallways and limping down staircases, he came upon a door. It was labeled like any other, but there were no other rooms in the encompassing hallway. The plaque was small and simply read Lysandre's name along with "Director."

He slammed on the door with a closed fist.

"Enter, Amaranth."

He stared down the camera above his head, thinking about giving it a certain gesture for a moment before he scoffed and walked in. Light flooded in from behind him before it was cut off by the door.

The red mural on the ceiling and the blue mural on the floor though he could hardly put together the full shapes, they seemed brighter and more vibrant. He assumed it was a trick of the light or his eyes adjusting differently.

Lysandre sat behind his desk, piles of paperwork in front of him and a pen continuing movement even as he sat up straighter.

There was a silence for a few moments as Blanche's presence permeated the room and Lysandre continued to deny him a reaction.

The window to the pipeline beneath FLARE was dark as it had been before, though a thin layer of dust clouded it somewhat. Even so, red and blue lights continued revolving down below.

"If you're going to speak, spit it out," he finally said, pausing in his calligraphy to shake his head, though he didn't spare Blanche a glance.

"I knew you were evil," Blanche said, staring far past Lysandre.

"Few have considered me to be a lawyer as of yet, but I accept the title nonetheless." Lysandre continued scrawling on forms.

"I can't believe I didn't do anything…" Blanche clenched his fist, sending a ripple of pain up his arm. "The first thing I did when I got here was think, what the hell? FLARE? Shouldn't that be Team Flare? Evil organization? Ultimate weapon?"

Lysandre looked up at him, his gaze steely.

Blanche continued anyway. "But when I looked around, I saw that nothing was like I expected, so I changed my mind." He ran a hand through his hair as his pulse quickened. "The Pokémon are the same, I recognize most of them, the people are the same, even with different personalities, but you…" his eyes focused onto Lysandre, "You…" a low growl rose from his throat, "You son of a bitch!"

Lysandre stood from his chair. "What do you know about Team Flare?"

"You wouldn't understand. That's the funniest thing about all of this bullshit," Blanche said, giving a half-laugh and tilting his head back. "I know so much but I can't use any of it. Too weak to go on a journey, too stupid to make my own armor, too awkward to talk through any of my problems, a whole lot of good that bastard has done me. Avatar, my ass."

"Speak."

"I can't remember your evil team perfectly. You kidnapped some old guy named AZ, you had four… five? Four chicks with bright hair and the one fat guy. Xerxes, maybe? You took Xerneas or Yveltal and plugged them into a big gun and you blew the shit out of yourselves like a bunch of dumbasses. Serena and Calem are heroes or something stupid like that, and you guys are probably dead." Blanche sneered, the ugliness welling up inside him and spilling out. "Any of that sound familiar?"

Lysandre's hand shook on his desk. Blanche couldn't see his eyes.

"I recommend… that you do not speak ill of the dead."

"They deserved it," Blanche said. "How did you get away with it? Covering up the media? Are you saving that plan for a rainy day? Did you do a mind wipe using God-knows-what?"

"Whatever you are speaking of… never came to pass." A piece of paper tore as Lysandre's hand tensed, and the ripping echoed throughout the room. "Who are you, really?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. But strange things always seem to happen in this city. Why is that? What is it that draws all the Anomalies here? What drew that Zygarde here?" Blanche's voice reached a fever pitch. "What happened to Rosa, you bastard?"

"Dahlia is alive. Bond Phenomenon dissolved. Likely unable to fight in the future. Will be dismissed as FLARE Ranger 00," Lysandre said. "Safe."

"Why was she down there? Why was she stuck down there with Tencent? Now he's gone and she's gone and I can't… explain that to me! How did that help anything?" Blanche screamed.

"There are things in motion that…" Lysandre stopped. "No. It is very likely that you would understand them, but you would refuse to accept them. Whatever you are, wherever you came from, whatever made you… you remind me too much of myself."

"Oh, how fantastic, one of the greatest sociopaths in Pokémon is telling me I'm like him," Blanche spat. "I'm nothing like you. I wouldn't lock someone in a trap to be used as bait. I don't care what your goals are, you're sick."

"If you would accept them, you would understand that it was necessary," Lysandre said. "That I believed it to be necessary."

"You killed Tencent!" Blanche roared.

"I did, yes. It was not my intention." Lysandre shuffled papers around on his desk. "I would have preferred it hadn't."

"You're a murderer- You intended for it to happen and it did."

"You have killed as well. The meteor of December, the Falling Sky. It may seem minute, but Psychic-type energy was used during that battle, along with other strange sorts. It was sentient."

"You think I couldn't tell?" Blanche whispered, his lips trembling. "I know. I know what I did. I'll do it again if you push me."

"You don't mean that. You're too smart for that. Your friends aren't smart enough to realize what you have been doing. Except perhaps Geranium, for the same reasons as I. You… remember when the Heavens Shattered. But it is impossible for you to have been there, I have seen your medical records. Your body seems to be built of scar tissue, hastily regrown. Your DNA is defective but shows few signs of wear." Lysandre's gaze leveled with his. "You are not perfectly human."

"I'm not." Blanche admitted, shrugging his shoulders and trying not to betray the frost settling in his stomach. "I can't consider myself that anymore. I never should have tried to, but now I realize I don't have to care."

"Legendary intervention would leave traces of AIAM fields within your body or at least an overlap in fields that defines your form, but you have none. A Myth is far more likely in that case, but there are none thought to create living, breathing humans from dust."

Blanche scoffed and he hated that it sounded like a choked laugh. "You wouldn't believe me."

"You know far too much for me to not inquire. Are you from the future? Some sort of time traveler?"

"My patron, if you could call the bastard that, won't give me a straight answer, but he seems to prefer the idea that this world was a video game before I came along," Blanche said.

"I see," Lysandre said, before shaking his head. "I had believed you were an amalgamation similar to… no, it is not my place to tell."

"No, go right ahead. You're already on my shit list, I can't imagine adding yourself to someone else's can hurt."

"I would like to see what you would do," Lysandre said quietly, his voice almost soft if not for his furrowed brow, "Without access to FLARE's technology or funding; without an infinite power source strapped to your chest. How long would you survive? If you were cut loose entirely, would your suicidality continue? Could you continue living the lie that you choose to live for other people, rather than simply being unstable and unable to imagine living for yourself?"

"Screw you," Blanche said.

"I do care about my people, Amaranth," Lysandre said forcefully, "Even if you may not believe it."

"You're right; I don't."

"But because you simply believe something does not make it true, and the opposite applies as well. Everything I've worked for and worked towards, it is for the good of life itself."

"You killed Tencent. You may have expected something different, but you killed him."

"We can argue in circles throughout the day, but that would make you a hypocrite. You are on probation, Amaranth. I will not accept insubordination. Your abilities, though strange, are not irreplaceable."

The air froze in Blanche's lungs. "What?"

"Whether your armor remains functional will be your handler's decision. You will leave until you are ready to return and act in FLARE's interests, not your own. You are a soldier. This is not a television series where loose cannons are valued. Leave this building. Dahlia is recuperating but will recover. The other Rangers are still in action. You are not required."

"You can't afford to kick me out," Blanche said, weakly, his throat closing up though he tried to keep his tone clear.

"I can," Lysandre said. "Your comrades may be disappointed, but it is their friendship that lays with you, not their loyalty. FLARE is for protecting our planet, not for accommodating you. Excuse yourself from my office."

Blanche's arm flinched, as if to strike at something, before he threw it to the side and scoffed. The door slammed shut behind him as he left, once again immersing the room in darkness. The sound of a fist slamming on a metal wall reverberated through the room.

Lysandre stood in his office, alone, for a few minutes. Eventually, he sat down but couldn't bring himself to write.

"This ugly world where children have to fight to survive… we're fighting to destroy it, Amaranth."

The gleam of the mural above him seemed to brighten.


Blanche stormed past someone in a trench coat as he left FLARE, paying no attention to the nondescript man.

Looker watched his back as he passed, though the action went unnoticed. He bit down on the stick of a lollipop and rubbed his chin.

"Looks like trouble on this side of paradise," he mused before sighing. "I shouldn't have expected anything else. I'm surprised the kid hasn't shown up by now."

A boy in blue stone armor stood on a beach on the west coast of Kalos, staring out across the ocean as he wondered why the world seemed so unbalanced.


The cloud cover was entirely gray, though lighter in some patches. Rocks and gravel dotted the garden path as he walked past Rhyhorn and towards the door beneath a light drizzle.

Shauna had been slumped at the table, but after he swung the door open, she lifted her head from her arms. There were dark rings around her eyes and bandages slapped onto her elbows.

"Oh… hey," she said, blinking heavily. An adhesive patch was peeling off in front of her temple as well as another on her ear.

Blanche sighed, the tension in his chest depreciating somewhat though it didn't go away. His voice was croaking when he asked, "Still in the land of the living?"

"I dunno if this can be called living." Her eyelids drooped further, but she fought valiantly to keep them open. "I don't know how Ariel does it- She's up in Rosa's room, Quilladin too- She's just…" Shauna moved as if to gesture, but the only thing to show for it was a slight shuffle.

"Strong like that," he supplied. "Is Rosa…?"

Shauna's gaze dropped towards the tabletop. "Tencent disappeared during the fight and she's really beaten up about that. I'm sure he'll come back eventually, but-"

"He won't."

She looked up at him. "What?"

"Tencent's dead, Shauna. That monster was a Zygarde and it absorbed him. We killed it. He's not coming back."

"You," she struggled for words before she pushed herself up, "You don't know that!"

"Don't be naive!" Blanche shouted. A silence boomed throughout the ground floor in the moments that followed, before Shauna clenched her fists.

"Why? Why shouldn't I hope? Why shouldn't I try to believe that Rosa's just stressed when she says he's gone? What's your problem with that?"

"My problem with it is that it's stupid! He's gone and our boss killed him and he put me on probation and no matter what we think or do he's dead and gone so we might as well suck it up and deal with it because this isn't a fantasy world; This isn't a game, Shauna." He swept out with his arm. "Our friends, any one of us, you, me, we, could die and FLARE would manage to replace us because they would need to, because it would be necessary. Lysandre doesn't give a shit that Tencent is gone, and acting like he's not isn't going to solve the problem!"

"Zygarde is a Legendary Pokémon! They don't work under our rules or anyone's rules, least of all yours. Just because you think it's impossible doesn't mean it is, it just means you don't care enough to try and believe.

Blanche took a step back. "I… I care! God damn, do you think I didn't? Even if he wasn't my partner, Rosa's one of my best friends and I cared for her sake!"

Shauna slammed a fist on the table and arcs of electricity leapt from it onto the wood. "Then why aren't you trying to friggin' act like it?"

"Because I can't even care about myself! How could a guy like me care enough to…" Blanche trailed off, slowly realizing what he had said.

From a higher floor, the sound of sobbing reverberated through the building.

Shauna was looking up at him with tired but wide eyes nonetheless.

"I didn't say that. Forget I said that." He verbally backpedaled as he started to walk around her and towards the stairs. "I'm going to go check on Rosa," Blanche said quickly.

"No. No! You can't just say something like that then play it off like it's nothing!" She shouted, her sidestep seeming more like a stumble as she blocked his path.

Blanche looked off to the side and forced himself to scoff. "There's more important stuff to worry about and this isn't the time for this talk."

"No, you can't do that! If you ignored the unimportant stuff and just leave it, it'll fester and grow and then it'll be so important that you can't focus on anything else-"

"I know!" Blanche yelled, "I know, I know, dammit! But my dumb ass getting a therapist is less likely than you remembering anything important, and if I'm constantly second-guessing myself, that's how I'll get distracted!"

"Second-guessing? You mean caring about yourself?" She shrieked.

"Yes! I mean, no, I mean- Look, can you just forget I said anything?"

"No! We're friends, aren't we?" she demanded, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "That's not what friendship's about; It's give and take in equal amounts!"

"Because Serena gives you so much in return," Blanche shot back.

"You have no idea what she's gone through!" she said.

"Neither do you!" he yelled.

"I don't need to- You're doing it, going and changing the subject because you're too much of a coward to try caring at all."

Blanche's fist thumped against the wall as he seethed. "I'm more replaceable than dirt, Shauna. I have about as much aura. At best, I'm a damned lab experiment. There's nothing in here," he jabbed at his chest with his thumb, "To care about."

"You're not looking very hard, then!" she shouted.

"Shit- Fine! You know what? You're right! I'm not looking hard because if I do, I might find out that I don't actually enjoy risking my life every week for other people's or my boss's or some other asshole's sake! I'm not a hero. I'm not like you. I'm nothing like you," Blanche said.

Shauna was silent as she curled in on herself. Her arms shook by her sides as tears began leaking out her eyes.

"You… you idiot…" she said, her breath shuddering. "How can you say that?" she whispered.

The response came easy to him. "Because it's true, dumbass. "I didn't do any of that stupid shit because I'm a hero, I did it because if someone's going to die for all of you," he brushed past her and walked towards the stairs. "I thought that it should have been me to do it."

That was what he thought he thought, wasn't it?

As he heard footsteps on the stairs ahead, he felt an electrifying grip clamp onto his arm.

"You can't really mean that," she said in a low tone, "You can't."

"I have to check up on Rosa, leave it be and just forget about it," he said, trying to pull away.

"No!" She tugged him back, hard. "I can't forget something like that! You told me that I shouldn't leave someone alone when they're in pain, didn't you?"

"That… Listen, I said forget it!"

"There's something wrong with you, Blanche! I'm not going to ignore that!" Tiny sparks bounced on his arms where they were unbandaged. "I'm not going to ignore it again!"

He pulled his arm away even harder. "Get off of me."

She pulled him back with a strength that couldn't have been purely physical. "We need to talk about this!"

"Can't you both calm down, please?" Ariel pleaded suddenly, appearing on his opposite side in his periphery.

"Get…" he reared back and gathered his strength, "OFF!"

Shauna stumbled back, tripping over her own feet before regaining her balance. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as the air's crackling grew louder.

"I believe you both should calm down," Serena said, walking past him and placating Shauna.

It was raining outside. The pounding of water echoed through the glass windows.

Blanche sighed. "I'm going to go check on Rosa."

"We're going to talk about this later," Shauna said, jabbing the air between them with her index finger. "All of us."

He tried to ignore the spike of dread that wedged in his chest and covered it up with a scoff. "Whatever."

Not a minute later, he was at Rosa's door. The sound of crying had ceased, and he doubted that they would have left her alone if she was still awake.

The door creaked open silently as he stuck his head inside. A lump was swaddled in what must have been a dozen blankets. A few barely visible green spines stuck out from but not through them. The air stunk of iodine.

He eased the door shut and placed his forehead against it as he thought.

"Damn it…" he murmured, his joints shaking.

He paced to his room as quietly as he could, packed everything he could into his spare bag, and listened to the rain tapping against the window.

The fire escape didn't look too shabby.

When the others started looking for him, they found Quilladin's Pokéball alone on his bed.


Lusamine walked out of the only flight that had been inbound to Lumiose-3. Wicke and Faba followed after her. Though none of them were native to Alola, they hadn't rode a MagLev train in quite some time.

There were few other passengers in the car. The evacuation order had only just been lifted and much of the inner city was still rubble. There were a few emergency workers, a couple of FLARE employees designated by their orange business suits, and a white-haired boy that practically radiated anger.

A distant part of Lusamine thought he didn't look so much different from Gladion, but it was quickly crushed. She didn't have time to sympathize with strangers.

The boy exited before the MagLev shot off towards Jaune Plaza, where the closest entrance to FLARE was located. The station map was dotted with red marks and blockages.

The lobby was all but deserted if not for the boxes filled with shovels and similar tools. A thick film of dust covered the entire floor, seeping into even the escalators.

A young woman in a lab coat escorted them, looking sheepish as she brought them to the door of FLARE's leader.

She was hyper-aware of his pupils dilating as her delegation entered the darkened room.

"Lusamine," Lysandre said, likely a greeting but one could never tell from his tone.

"Lysandre," she responded. "Is the city alright?"

He leveled a flat glare at her. "No. No, it is very much not."

"I must apologize," Lusamine said. "It truly was an accident."

"Where was the Aether Foundation's support?"

She sucked in a breath. "The problem is that our 'support' is a bit too slow and its biology may cause quite the conundrum. Faba."

Faba clicked open a briefcase and withdrew a file, quickly handing it over before he adjusted his goggles.

Lusamine withdrew a picture and slid it across Lysandre's desk.

The Pokémon was quadrupedal, purple scales on its hind legs with green, Flying-type-like talons on its front. Opposite its silvery gray mane was a sharp finned tail. A binding like that of a cross intersected with a backward facing ax head to cover its skull. A collar with seventeen drives stuck rigidly out of its neck.

"It was built to fight Ult- Anomalies. We were able to change its typing and skill set at will. After the mutant Zygarde escaped, we released it to track it down. Had the mutant Zygarde continued indefinitely, we have no doubt that it would have defeated it single handedly. We call it the Type: Full."

"I feel that you are stalling," Lysandre said testily.

"Context is necessary. It was somewhere in this region's mountains when the mutant was defeated. We have lost control of it."

Lysandre pinched the bridge of his nose. "And?"

"Our tracker shows that it is approaching Lumiose-3 as we speak. At current rates, it will reach the city's epicenter at eleven o'clock tonight."

"We can't handle another Anomaly right now," Lysandre said testily.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Lusamine said, crossing her arms. "If you can't deal with it, perhaps the UR will step in."

Lysandre closed his eyes.

"I'll have the evacuation order extended.

"If I may ask, why is it that Anomalies tend to veer towards this city?" Lusamine asked.

Behind Lysandre, red and blue lights continued to revolve around each other.

"I often wonder about that myself," he lied.


He heard the waves crash against the rocks below the deck as he drummed his fingers against the glass. Moonbeams reflected off the surface of its dark amber contents. He was further away from Lumiose-3 than he'd ever taken himself before. The Tower of Mastery hung over the skyline much further down the beach of Shalour City.

"You know," he said, leaning back on his stool and looking into the rafters, "Where I come from, I don't think I'd be allowed to drink this stuff."

"Technically, we aren't," his companion in sorrow-drowning replied, "But most leagues are still trying to get things running smoothly. I don't think you'll get much trouble from 'em."

The boy he'd run into seemed familiar, but Blanche couldn't quite place the feeling.

He took a metal container from a pocket in his blue jacket, unscrewed the cap with a slight whine, and poured a small stream of pinkish liquid into his drink.

"...Is that a flask?" Blanche asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh?" The brown-haired boy looked up at him with an unfocused gaze. "Oh, no, I only drink recreationally. This stuff is… well, you could call it a gift from a friend. Essence of Aromatherapy. Gets rid of the side effects. Which I guess is kind of against the whole point of it, but whatever. Want some?"

Blanche looked from the flask to his glass, briefly remembering an incident involving said side effects and an overgrown Mantine. He clenched his jaw to hold back a bitter laugh, before grabbing the container and adding some to his own.

"Cheers," the other boy said, holding up his glass.

"Cheers," Blanche replied.

They clinked their glasses together and took a deep drink.

Blanche sputtered, nearly spitting out the contents across the wooden bar. It tasted sweet, salty, bitter, fruity, and like nothing at all simultaneously. It also tasted like piss. Exceptionally like piss.

The other boy slowly placed his emptied glass on the bar. It cracked anyway.

"Damn it," he muttered. "How was that, stranger?"

"I'm sticking with soda." Blanche made a face as he slumped over the counter. "And you drink that for fun?"

"That's what adults do," the other boy said as he forced a stoic expression and an odd impression. "I'm so glad I don't use Looker as a father figure. The asshole invited me out for drinks with Interpol, can you believe that?"

His brain was scrambled enough from the day that he didn't even question that. "How old are you, what's-yer-face?" Blanche asked.

The other boy actually ticked off his fingers as he said, "Uh, what year is it… 2013? I was sixteen in 2009… It's not quite May, so… I'm nearly twenty, I think. I don't really celebrate my birthday anymore, I'm just too busy."

Blanche's head thunked onto the wood as his thoughts left to go swimming in Shalour's coastal seas. "You don't look older than me, that's not fair. I know a guy, his name is Michael, he looks my age but I always forget that he's a little older."

The other boy blinked at him before shaking his head as if to rid himself of a useless thought. "I know a guy named Michael too, but he's a bit younger than me so it's probably a coincidence."

"Who knows? This world's filled with stupid coincidences," Blanche muttered.

"Yeah, I'll drink to that. Well, theoretically, because," he gestured to the somehow-cracked glass, "Y'know."

"Right." He sighed. "What are your least favorite coincidences, what's-yer-face?"

"...Are you hitting on me?"

"Probably not, but hey, I'd be the last person to know," Blanche muttered. "If I didn't know better I'd say that Shauna, uh, this girl who's… whatever, she was probably really mad about that."

"Dawn says a lot of stuff like that. Huh. We're pretty similar, in a "we're not so different" kind of way, not in a "two sides of the same coin" way."

"Is that why you came over here?" Blanche asked sarcastically.

"Well, I saw some kid looking miserable and you kind of have a vacuum around you, so I thought I'd stop and talk with you for a bit. More of the first thing, I promise," he said with a chuckle.

"Vacuum?"

The other boy waved a hand in front of his face. "I can see all sorts of stuff. Aura, psions if Abra isn't asleep, sometimes electromagnetics in the Earth's aura, you name it. You don't got any aura, do you, stranger?"

"Don't I know it," he said, exasperated. "I'm probably dead if I get caught out in the wilderness by myself."

"If you run into ferals, sure, but I'm pretty sure I took care of most of the packs in Kalos," the other boy said, looking into the rafters and scratching his cheek. "I could be wrong."

"Eh?" Blanche prompted.

The other boy waved his hand. "I'm like, kind of in Interpol? I have a badge but I don't think they pay me normally. I'm running around most of the time just doing odd jobs, nothing too crazy."

"Ah, you're a temp?" Blanche asked. Maybe he'd been speaking logistically.

"Something like that. Normal guy stuff, punching out Legendary Pokémon, fighting off teams of criminals, all that."

Blanche looked back to his glass, then back to the other boy. "You wouldn't happen to be my replacement, would you?" he asked with trepidation. "I mean, I don't think FLARE trains people like that, but-"

"Blanche, buddy!" he said, swinging an arm around him. "It's the other way around, I promise. I'm trying to retire before I turn twenty and you're making that so much easier."

The gears in Blanche's head were a bit clogged at that moment, but even he could register that something was off about that statement.

"When did I tell you my name?"

"Ah? I mean, you've got a name tag." He pointed where Blanche's lapels would be if his jacket was just a bit fancier.

Blanche looked down and felt a finger thwap off of his nose. He flinched back as the other boy laughed at him.

"Ha! Ah, never gets old. By the way, did you know that if your hand covers your face, it's a sign of low intelligence?"

"Huh? Care to demonstrate?" Blanche said.

The other boy gave him a weird look before spreading his fingers around his forehead.

Blanche thrusted his palm in his face, sending the other boy reeling back.

"Shoulda seen that coming," the other boy laughed, completely fine with no red to signify stinging on his face.

The bartender set down a new round of drinks as the other boy fumbled for his wallet and rapidly apologized for breaking the glass.

Perhaps unsubtly so, Blanche veered off his seat a bit trying to catch a glimpse of the other boy's Trainer License.

Hilbert? Now, where had he heard that name before…

"You're from Unova, aren't you?" Blanche said hesitantly.

"What gave it away?" Hilbert asked, smiling.

"Accent," Blanche lied.

"Isn't an accent the thing that language teachers are always insisting goes over the "e" in Pokemon?"

"Uh… yeah, I think. But it's also just how someone talks."

"Oh, right."

There would have been a brief silence if not for the squeaking of Hilbert's flask as they passed it between themselves.

"So, Blanche, what's got you out here on the beach?"

"Interpol didn't tell you yet?" Blanche asked dryly. "I'm on probation. My boss is full of shit and I'm replaceable and my friends care way too much and it's annoying…

"And that's a run-on sentence," Hilbert said, "But I'll excuse it for dramatic effect."

"What?"

"...I've been told that I talk a little too much like we live in a television show."

Blanche would have passed out from sheer irony if it weren't for the gut feeling that a character trait like that was on the tamer side of the spectrum of things he had to deal with.

"But that's not important. Draw out your sorrows and deal 'em like cards, because you seem like you could use a game of poker."


A beast made to kill other beasts writhed in agony as it lost its path.

Trees around it were disintegrated and blown clear out of the ground as fire and electricity lapped off of its body. Frost covered the ground around it and boiled off as it made contact. Rocks and dirt swirled around it like a tornado and sharpened into bits of metal.

As quickly as it lost its first path, it saw another. Two, in fact.

Somewhere, deep inside itself, it felt the desire to live a full life, as well as the desire to die and end its suffering. Both of these desires pulled it in one direction in a way that could be considered subconscious; if the Beast Killer could be said to have a conscience in the first place.

Blood flecked off of its fur, its self-inflicted wounds healing as quickly as they had been made, as it stood back up on its two sets of mismatched legs.

It began running towards Lumiose-3.


Blanche laid out his story as clearly as he could, starting with arriving in Kalos and getting roped into FLARE, leaving out anything too confidential even if this Hilbert guy was part of Interpol.

Hilbert blinked. "Damn. I've seen some stuff in my time, but I don't think I've heard of anything like that before. I definitely haven't lived it. Like, that really sucks. Seriously, dude."

Blanche swirled his drink and looked away.

"I don't know about that. I mean, I'm not a whiny emo brat or anything." Sudden headache aside, he continued, "My problems are pretty stupid compared to everyone else's."

"That doesn't mean they aren't problems," Hilbert said. "Little problems are little, sure, but you deal with them when you have 'em instead of waiting for them to get bigger."

"Do you have memory problems?" Blanche asked. "I mean, remembering things or knowing things that you shouldn't or that no one else does?"

"Yeah," Hilbert said simply.

Blanche's eyes widened.

"People died a few years ago. I know." Hilbert stared at the wooden countertop. "Nothing I could do about it at that point. I couldn't have stopped them from getting hurt and protected everyone else at the same time. It happened and I'm not denying that. I have to keep going to keep anyone from feeling that pain." Hilbert shrugged. "I've met other people that remember since I travel a lot. They're outsiders now. Kids that popped up from families no one remembers, packs of Pokémon with no adults, wanderers that didn't fit in after what they've seen."

"And you're… okay with this?" Blanche asked.

"Okay with it? Hell no. It's why I can't stop. I don't want to let more people and Pokémon be hurt like that. I've spoken to my friends maybe six times since everything got fixed." Hilbert's fingers tightened around his glass, but he seemed to realize the pressure he was exerting; not just on his drink, but on the other people on the beach. The air was filled with a sort of anticipation. It dried up as he visibly relaxed, slumping slightly.

"It sounds like you're the one that needs a cold one," Blanche said sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe I do," Hilbert chuckled, "Neither of us are talking about poker or drinks, to be clear. I won't deny that, so neither should you. I don't do running away."


The ring of four Holo Casters echoed through the house and the streets of Little Kanto.

"No… not now!" Shauna fumbled for hers, but found that yes, an Anomaly was inbound and they needed to report.

Rosa's sobbing intensified, pounding off the walls and through the floors.

Serena strode down the stairwell, her face grim and set in stone with a thin-lipped frown.

Ariel stumbled down not long after, her sundress stained with tears and her expression panicked.

"We can't… we can't go now! We're down two Rangers, this can't be happening!"

"We have to go," Serena said.

"We… fight for them in their absence," Ariel said, unsure of her words, "Isn't that what we do?"

Shauna clenched her fists before turning on her heel. "Fine. Whatever it takes. Let's go."


"You don't know me," Blanche said, suppressing a roll of thunder in his veins.

"You've been talking about your problems for a solid half-hour. I think I've got a pretty good idea," Hilbert said before shrugging.

Blanche clenched his fists.

"I'm not running away, I'm just…"

"What do you call leaving when times get tough?" Hilbert prodded.

"Shut up, I know!" Blanche seethed. "But it's more complicated than that. I'm useless there. They don't want me, they can't."

"Who is they?"

"My… coworkers," Blanche struggled out. He couldn't bring himself to lie about what he believed.

"Did they really say that?"

"Well, no, but… I can read between the lines! I'm not an idiot, I know when I'm not welcome."

"Sure you do. You sound awfully certain of that. That's a little weird if they never said it directly, in my opinion."
"My boss might as well have," Blanche muttered.

"Well, your boss sounds like a jerk, so don't get angry about it."


Cries echoed in the cool Kalosian night. The Anomaly approached quick and fast.

The FLARE Rangers, six in number, stood in a haggard cone, blocking its path towards the walls of Lumiose-3.

It stopped, rearing its head at them, the dust cloud behind it settling.

There was a terse moment where they all clenched their muscles, none of them even breathing, before the world exploded into motion.


"They don't want me there. All of them. Everyone in that damn city. They all want Amaranth, the Esper, the Leader, the smart one, but they don't want me- You know I don't have a clue what my name is? Blanche is just something Ariel came up with because she had nothing better to do. They don't want me, the useless one, the one who's always lagging behind, the one that can't read a social cue to save his life."

"Sounds biased on your part," Hilbert said. "I'm certain you're not useless. Everyone's useful in some way. And you work for FLARE, obviously, so you're doing some good."

"You know-"

"I know a lot of things, but there's some things that are just common sense," Hilbert said nonchalantly. "But no, yeah, no, Interpol didn't tell me everything about you guys over there. I've got, uh, this thing in my brain. What's it called when you can see somewhere else?"

"Clairvoyance."

"Yeah, that. The Earth has an aura field, you know? The thing is that it didn't used to be so big. It was smaller before that whole deal... how much do you know about Shattering the Heavens?"

"Haven't tried, probably won't," Blanche answered.

"Eh, you never know. I kind of got wrapped up in that whole thing by accident, and now I can feel when disturbances are happening." Hilbert waved a hand in front of his face. "I can see aura, I mentioned that, right?"

"Right. How did the Heavens Shatter? It's all redacted and no one will tell me. Did you see the Aura Guardian too?" Blanche asked.

"Eh… no, but I hear he's a really handsome fella." Hilbert rubbed his chin. "But my point is, I know a lot of stuff. You ain't useless, Blanche. You're definitely not lagging behind. You remember the big meteor you smashed?"

"Well, the deal with Deoxys was mostly Rayquaza…" Blanche said, trying to trade away his own involvement.

"Is that what the eggheads are calling that thing? Never mind, uh, what I'm saying is, you were the first to go up there, so you're not lagging behind."

"That was… that wasn't really me, though."

"Man, you are trying really hard to discredit yourself. Is that, like, an attempt at humility or do you just hate yourself that much? Also, don't worry about social cues. I missed a ton of 'em and it worked out just fine with me and Dawn… and… wait, I think I just realized something." Hilbert blinked before shaking himself out of the sudden funk. "What I'm saying is that I turned out just fine and I'm kind of an idiot."

"That makes two of us," Blanche said, resting his head on his arms.

"Don't try to define yourself as useless. This isn't a pawn shop, and you're not going to get a better bargain out of life if you do."


A pillar of energy that neared absolute zero traced along the apartment walls on the edge of Lumiose-3. Cracks appeared as ice bloomed outwards following the Ice Beam, exploding into shards as the building's supports were sheared.

A wall of earth has risen to block it, but as frost built up, it became brittle. Serena had only a moment to raise her arms in front of her face to shield herself before the Stone Edge burst into dust and ice tumbled onto her. A shield of flame appeared and was snuffed out in an instant as the beam blasted her in the torso, encasing her body in ice and freezing it to the street.

The Beast Killer leapt forward with a claw raised, ready to strike her down totally, before Ash struck against it with one half of his Doublade. It skittered across the paved streets, sparks rising beneath its claws.

A clicking sound was nearly silent as its drives changed, and its eyes changed from an icy blue to a deep, stone-like gray. It raised its foot and slammed it down, sending a ripple through the streets.

Ash leapt into the air in a cloud of purple fog, practically floating as the others rushed in.

The Beast Killer's head reared to the side as a scrap of metal impacted against its helmet, denting it inward after a shower of sparks. Its eyes sharpened and honed in on Shauna, who had just taken to the air. Its collar clicked again and its eyes turned yellow.

There was an ear-splitting crack of thunder above their heads as lightning melted around Shauna as if it were water, and Ash was stricken from the sky.

Its eyes turned to a murky brown before rocks rose from their tumbled positions and shot towards Shauna like bullets. A pink glow surrounded them, blocking them and allowing her to dodge away.

The Beast Killer focused on the Esper clad in orange and the Meowstic by her side, before its eyes turned purple and an unnerving haze leaked from its slashed against its hindquarters in its blind spot, something searing and dark.

Gin jumped away, just barely avoiding the responsive headbutt.

Its eyes turned to a deep red, the color of fighting spirit, as it shut out the world around it. A blast of sheer focus erupted from its chest, a concussive force that knocked Gin from his feet before it even struck his shoulder.

A pillar of fire engulfed the Beast Killer and erupted upwards, causing it to cry out in agony before its drives unconsciously switched and it began absorbing the flames.

Ariel's arm was outstretched, her breathing labored, and however rudimentary its mind, it could see that she was also an attacker.

Another scrap of metal slashed across its body, embedding itself deep in its flesh and causing it to scream in bound anger and pain.

A wave of fire blasted outward from it, creating a dust explosion that shot skyward and left no stone unturned.

Smoke rose into the emptied air.

The Beast Killer stared at the remaining opponent.

The Esper in white clutched her helmet where a rock had broken through. Licks of flame poured out of the cuts in her morph suit.

"No more," she said, dropping her hand to reveal the white-hot flame that burned front of her eye. She shifted into a rudimentary combat stance, one that revealed how untrained she was. Even so, the fire pouring out of her body swirled into her hands. At first, it was a pillar, and then it was a rod, and finally, it became a spear.

She swept it to the side, standing tall in her own declaration of war. Ozone burned between them.

The monster designated as Type: Null leapt forward.


"I'm not doing that," Blanche said, sulking.

"Yeah, you are. It's lame as hell."

"I know." Blanche buried his head further into his arms. "God, I'm so lame."

"Which Legendary are you talking about? I usually swear by Arceus because I'm fairly certain he's real, but it's mainly to piss off my Sinnohan friends." Hilbert made a valiant effort to cheer him up, but the forced laugh at the end was a little too obvious.

"None of them. I don't think God is a Pokémon. Arceus is a little too… small-scale."

Hilbert gave him a weird look. "Well, if you say so. He's really big. Definitely bigger than a planet."

"How big, exactly?"

"Probably half the size of your mom," Hilbert said.

Blanche laughed and Hilbert cracked a smile for a moment before it disappeared.

"Uh, I mean, oh, damn, that was probably insensitive. Sorry if you lost anyone when the Heavens Shattered."

"Not related, not your fault," Blanche said. "I can't remember her but I can remember that jokes are funny." He slumped again. "Man, my memory has gone to shit…"

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about things you can't fix," Hilbert said. "You can't help it, right?"

"Well, even if I can't, it's still pretty lame," Blanche said.

"Don't blame yourself for it. Sometimes there are things you have to do but can't really help doing," Hilbert said, looking towards the sea's edge on the horizon.

"I don't think that applies." Blanche swirled his drink. It really wasn't having the impact he had thought it would. "I still can't help but think that I lost my memories for a reason. Did I do something to lose them? Was I bad enough of a person to deserve it? Was who I was just that worthless?"

"It doesn't matter," Hilbert said plainly. "You're you, right? No one else you could be."

"I wish that wasn't the case sometimes," Blanche said, staring deep into his glass.

"...Huh. You really do hate yourself."

Blanche looked up and rolled his eyes. "No, where'd you get that idea? I'm not some whiny emo brat. There's no emotional component like hate involved in it. It's like, science or something. I am clinically less than a normal person. Multiply that by my life, carry the four, and you get the obvious conclusion."

"No, no, you're not listening. I've not met a single person or Pokémon that was, uh, what's the word? Apathetic? Yeah. I've never met someone that doesn't care about anything. Everyone feels something sometimes. And you know, there's that saying that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's apathy." Hilbert propped his head up with one hand. "You're a human by my guess, so that first thing applies to you too. You sure as hell don't love yourself, I can tell that much. If you use the process of elimination… just analyze that with your logic."


The monster that had become Type: Full roared to the sky.


Blanche sucked in a breath and let it out sharply. "Fine. Fine. I admit it." He slammed his hands on the bar and pushed himself to his feet. "I hate myself. So what? Who gives a damn? Not you, you're just a random stranger. Who's going to fix it? Not them, they're not me. What's the point in denying it? What's the point in accepting it? If I quit entirely, I'm probably going to die when the next Anomaly shows up. If I keep going like this, I can protect myself by risking my life. God, that's ironic, isn't it?"

Hilbert nodded, leaning back to look up at the boy above him. "You could say that. I can't fix your problems for you."

"Then why in the blue hell do you keep asking about them?" Blanche nearly yelled.

Hilbert sighed and slowly stood up. "See, the thing about being a hero is that sometimes, you have to give people space to be the hero of their own story." He looked up slightly as Blanche, the small height difference not diminishing his presence. "People do heroic things without being "heroes" like me. They can't do those things without acknowledging that something needs to be done, or more than that, acknowledging that something is wrong. Baby steps."

"...Are you seriously trying to tell me that all of this was an intervention?"

"You could call it that," Hilbert shrugged. "It's what I do. I'm not a psychologist, There Are No Psychologists, but I do know a lot of people. You kinda pick up some stuff. Uh, basically, if you're aware of your problems, you'll either ignore them or try to fix them. The difference is that you'll do it purposefully, which can make it worse or better. Running away stops being an option, though. And you, Blanche, you don't seem like the kinda guy to ignore your problems entirely. Am I on the mark with that?"

Blanche gave a small laugh even if he couldn't muster the energy to smile. "No. No, I see what you mean. Unless they're girl problems. Romance makes team dynamics weird."

"I'll drink to that. Well-"

"Hypothetically," Blanche interrupted, "Yeah, I guess so."

There was a familiar buzzing in Blanche's pocket. A sound that he had grown to dread and anticipate.

Hilbert gave him a knowing look and tapped his temple.

"I don't need to tell you what to do, do I?"

Blanche shook his head, already turning to enter open air. His Holo Caster displayed information on an Anomaly that would soon reach Lumiose-3. He tapped at it for a moment before raising it to his ear.

"Hey, Clemont. Is the flight gear working?"

As he heard confirmation, Blanche cracked a smile and widened his stance. He looked back at Hilbert.

"Thanks for the pep talk, man."

Hilbert gave a half-wave. "It's what I do. Go do your thing, hero man. Oh, and tell Looker that Black says to not do anything shady."

"If I get the opportunity, I might. I get the feeling that you're just avoiding having to say it yourself." Blanche reached deep into his bag and withdrew his morpher.

"See ya."

Blanche nodded and raised it to his chest.

"Clemontic Gear Access: NSPACE!"


AN:

Self-loathing makes you an asshole. I used to have a lot of problems with it (but now I can say "you're welcome" when someone thanks me and not just "no problem" every time) and it really screws up your relationships. Everything is about how much you need to give to make people like you or how much you need to change to feel worthy of their grace. I can't remember how it got better so I can't give any advice on that, but I'm pretty sure watching Gurren Lagann had something to do with it.

Blanche and Hilbert finally meet. Hell freezes over. The conversation's not as deep as I'd like it to go, but I honestly don't think they'd be friends in a normal situation. Hilbert was never the most friendly guy to unknowns and Blanche can't socially interact properly to save his life. Uh, this is probably a minor thing, but while not all religions use the word God for their deities, most have a version of Hell, so while using the name God is a bit strange in Pokémon, I'm sure there's an underworld in some in-universe mythology.

And uh… I'm sorry, guys, I need another break. My elderly dog passed away this passing weekend and I've been beating myself up about it all week. He was a very good boy. I haven't gotten any work done on my buffer and the last scene was all I could muster. I might have to go to a two-week post schedule in general, but I'll have to see.

I need some catharsis, forgive an angsty teen for being selfish. It's probably kind of obvious, but Blanche started as an SI with a different name and a different identity. Sinbad or Santiago (hey, foreshadowing), take your pick. In my initial drafts, FLARE wasn't even a thing. More wish fulfillment-y. Less character growth. Shauna was much more Tsundere-y and Serena's Calem obsession would have lasted much longer and been less subtle. Blanche was a flat character because I was afraid of making it clear to myself that I was unlikable. I was trying to ignore the worst parts of myself (hey, that's relevant to the theme of the chapter, how about that?). That's a problem with SI in general, because people on the internet hating on your insert is basically people hating on you, and most people want to avoid that. So, I scrapped the more SI parts of the SI story and made it generic enough to be OC-insert/isekai. Blanche is a hypocritical asshole who pretends to be something he's not because it's easier to live that way. His issues were never about how he looked or what effect he had on other people, because ultimately he just used the problems he had to justify his own self-loathing. He probably still
is a flat character because I'm only a passable writer, but that's how I wrote him. Blanche isn't a good or a bad person, he's just a guy. Ultimately, that's what it comes down to. Occasionally, he does heroic things, but he also does unheroic things. He's protected a whole lot of people, pushing himself almost suicidally far, but he's provoked his friends to tears on multiple occasions because he believed it needed to be done, or it was a means to an end. He's a person like anyone else. Probably a better person than me in some ways, probably worse in others. He's practically unrecognizable to me now, and that's why I haven't labeled this story as SI. I'm just a guy, he's just a guy, but we're not the same guy. If that makes any sense at all.

God damn, I'm whining again on the internet. Uh, Flying to Heaven, I really appreciate your feedback, I hope you're still reading. I haven't read much of Hoenn's Bug Catcher but Jan is an inspiration to us all. That guy from Reddit, I hope you like the new stuff even if you have problems with it. Everyone else reading, I'd really appreciate comments on the story more than well-wishes. It's what keeps me motivated, honestly.

See ya. I'll be back.
 
Chapter Twenty One: Weaving a Story 2: oral stage

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
AN:

Graphic violence in the story tagged as graphic violence on Ao3. This chapter might be one of the few places it applies in my works.



Blanche rubbed his wrist as he rose into the air. "How does this work, Clemont?"

"The NSPACE emits a field of Infinity Energy around itself with adapters linked into both your biometrics and LADY's processors. Similarly to the STRIKE, it has thrusters at your center of gravity so you can maintain equilibrium when not in movement. LADY can manipulate the emitted AIAM fields for you for course correction and air flow, though only in amounts small enough to be safe."

He ran his fingers around the tube-like emitters poking out of his torso. "Right. LADY. Lumiose-3, top speed."

"Naturally," the computer responded.

The air whooshed past him as he flew, sounding distant through his helmet. The coastal plains passed by beneath him like a treadmill track.

"Why were you on probation, Amaranth?" Clemont asked.

"Good reason, but it's no big deal right now. We can have that talk later, alright? Patch me into the team's comm line."

"Right away. They should be sortieing against the Anomaly now," LADY said smoothly.

A jet stream sewed a trail in the clouds above as he shot towards Lumiose-3.


Fire poured from her soul and became her blood. Blood poured from her cuts and became her fire.

"I'm getting close, everyone! I'll be there soon!" Blanche's voice whispered through a broken helmet somewhere in the street. It went unheard and unknown.

Another spiral of flames erupted from her eye and flash-melted an ice beam, wrapping around it and suffocating it until it was a cold stream of air.

Type: Full ripped through the mist and lunged at her, raking its claws across her torso and throwing her into the apartment wall.

Ariel held a hand to her stomach, coughing, and white flames flared up with her breath. She got back up, swinging her arm outwards with a wave of fire.

Type: Full leapt above it, its mane tinged with blackened feather and ash.

A spear of heat shot upwards as she dove to the side. Flames wrapped around the creature before it crashed into the wall, choking the air with a new plume of dust.

Ariel took advantage of the split second of disorientation to run over to the glacier surrounding Serena. Her skin was pallor and if she wasn't thawed out soon, she would suffocate in the ice.

Becoming a sphere of flames, water began dripping from the iceberg and turning to the steam. Ariel pushed her arms further in, the water evaporating on contact with the flames billowing from her wounds.

Her only warning before she pushed herself away was a sharp cry from behind her. Ice shattered as soon as she got away, stumbling after pulling her arms from the dent in the glacier.

Type: Full reared its head, bounding towards her.

A wall of fire exploded upwards, an attempt at shielding her before the flash of claws in her face threw her from her feet.

Her back landed against one of the others. Shauna, Gin, Ash, Salem, she couldn't tell. She looked up at the Type: Full one last time as it slowed. As she didn't move, neither did it.

"All I need to do… is hold you back. I know that He… no, he will save us. He'll try. He always has."

Her vision was blocked by a final wall of flames, accompanied by the firing of a jet engine somewhere in the distance.

Type: Full's head was halfway through the wall, the helmet glowing red-hot as it was ripped away.

Blanche's arms tensed against the extra weight as he yanked it from the ground and high into the air. Only the shock-absorbing frame of his suit kept his arms intact as he shot skyward.

Type: Full thrashed in the air, shooting off beams of ice and bolts of lightning.

Blanche pulled it higher, the plastic in his gloves quickly melting. If he could get it away from the others, it might give them time to recover and fight it properly.

And then something strange happened.
The metal superheated, the spandex torn, and the artificial AIAM fields conflicting with Type: Full's, a chunk of its collar broke off. Type: Full's aura instinctively tried to heal it as they slowed, attempting to meld the metal back together.

It caught Blanche's forearm, melted around it, and set as the boy fell from the air screaming.

The snap, crackle, and pop that his skin made; it was a cycle of sounds that he would never forget. It burned through tissue and muscle and he had thought it had stopped, but truly there were no more nerves for it to melt through. Pinkish-red blobs sloughed off his arm and splattered onto the concrete below as LADY leveled him out and kept him from splattering along

Blanche clutched at it, bent double and shaking as he cried out soundlessly. His glove burned as he held the metal cuff and couldn't bring himself to let go.

He looked up at the Type: Full, who's helmet had broken off on the same side, exposing its silvery mane and part of its snout. It looked at him curiously, standing still on the building's corner as if it were a porch.

His vision was red and electricity ran through his veins, though he knew that there would be no static that day. It felt as if he was sweating internally, with steam clogging his arteries and organs.

"You…" he growled out, though it was half-choked. "You bastards did this. All you higher ups with your greater goods and big pictures. You keep forgetting about the people who have to fix your bullshit!" His voice turned shrill. "You keep forgetting about the Pokémon that have to suffer for it! I'll never forgive that, and I'll never forget what you've done." He could only manage to gasp out one more word. "Never."

Even if he hated it, and hated that he didn't know what purpose he was working towards, he would do anything he could to protect them all. That would be what he lived for from that point forward, and that would be what he believed gave his life value.

He couldn't see it, but his subconscious mind could. All the knowledge, all the accumulated experience, all the power he'd gained in Lumiose-3.

By honing my body, I hone my mind. By honing my mind, I hone my soul. By honing my soul, I hone the drill that will open a hole in the Universe.

LADY read the data that had been welded onto the Clemontic Gear, the strange functions and their effects on aura. She compiled Blanche's tendencies in battle, both his strengths and his weaknesses.

Detecting the drives, or rather, the files and functions contained within, she connected each of them to the suit's barely functioning mainframe.

"Nine Memories are available for use, Amaranth," she said a split second later.

Blanche gripped at the remaining wires around his arm and the tubes that had been welded shut. He ripped away the emitters that produced his shields, creating a shower of sparks and pure lights that often flowed through his armor.

He lashed out with his arm, creating a tendril of pure energy, like that of a dragon. He reared his head and hunched over like a beast. Fluids clogged his vision, and with nary a thought, the helmet dissolved and let him free.

His hair was damp with sweat and his face was both pale and flushed. His eyes reflected the midnight light and like the mirrors to the soul they were, they showed his red-hot anger clearly.

He glared at the Beast Killer in front of him.

"Let's dance."


AIAM FIELD PATTERN: ERROR. UNKNOWN NUMBER.

Designation: ERROR. UNKNOWN NUMBER

Designation Request Inbound

FLARE Designation: LADY of the Lakes

"Never seen that before," Michael muttered. "LADY, what are you asking for?"

From the lab's speakers, the AI's voice came clear. "Please designate this Gear as INFINITE."

Aveline turned to Michael. "Why is LADY self-aware enough to think creatively?"

"I don't know. I thought her personality was just a side-effect of Clemont's "The Future is Now!"ing."

"I thought you programmed her," Aveline questioned.

Both of them turned to Clemont, who was watching the standstill intently.

"I wasn't me. I thought it was Michael."

There was a terse moment of silence as they all had the same revelation at once.

Aveline sighed. "Clemont, let LADY name the Gear, just this once."

"...You have an autonomous artificial intelligence in your mainframe? Can I have a copy?" Lusamine asked, the forced giggle making it clear she was trying to break the tension. "It'll go to a good cause!"

Aveline looked at Lusamine, at her dad, then sighed again before turning back to the screen.

"Blanche, if you win, I promise what happened to Rosa's Zygarde won't happen to anyone else. On my life."

Her words couldn't reach him, but everyone else in the room quickly fell into silence.


It was a split second event. The sputtering of Type: Full's collar, the clicking that echoed well through the dusty smog, the subtle movements of its legs as it prepared to pounce.

Blanche saw the flash of silver light around it as its type changed. His own possible types were burned into his retinas, and he couldn't tell if that was literal.

"Fighting," he grunted, slinging his arm in front of him, carrying the tendril of barely contained energy. The pure white turned to a deep red and condensed, wrapping around his wrists before splitting apart like clay. He felt heat brush along his arms as the edges of the second set of fists burned.

A Rocket Punch blasted Type: Full into the air, the Infinity Energy dissipating as it made contact. The Steel-type recovered, wings like that of an insect sprouting from its back as it took to the skies, hovering above him. It began charging a sickly green beam in its mouth.

Blanche rid himself of the second fist, slinging it towards Type: Full with the hope of distracting it, saying only, "Rock." No tendril of projection appeared, but he felt a hiss as the air changed. The colors remained constant but it seemed hazy and focused at the same time. A field was deployed around him, controlled consciously by something that wasn't him. It rolled over him like a light breeze, nearly unnoticeable.

Honestly, he trusted LADY more than MissingNo. She wasn't liable to leave him out to dry until it was too late.

He kicked at the debris, his right arm flopping uselessly by his side and still burning like a hot pan. Dust rose into the air, carrying towards Type: Full uselessly, before it began clumping together. Debris rose along with it.
Blanche spun, kicking with his other leg and preserving the moment. With a final scuff against the shattered concrete, the rubble flew at Type: Full like a skybound meteor shower.

It fell slightly, the cry the only thing signaling a hit as it was engulfed in a cloud of dust.

He stepped back, trying to think of his best defensive option before it charged.

"Electric," he guessed.

Type: Full blasted towards him, burning like a rocket and igniting a dust explosion behind it. Lightning sparked into the air around him as flames licked at his vision. Type: Full pulled up at the last second, avoiding the lightning strikes that exploded from Blanche's chest.

He fell back, before rebalancing with footwork like a boxer's. "Get back here!" He thrust out his palm, tension running up and down both his arms. "Water!"

The air became denser around him, almost slicker. Tiny droplets coalesced in the air from the artificial field, and the air became no dryer. They spiraled together into a spear and lanced towards Type: Full, engulfing the flaming tailwind and dousing it, while also knocking it off trajectory.

At it fell, he saw its exposed eye gleam and its collar sputter. The earth came up to meet it, shattering the street as concrete and foundations melted and spun into a ramp, redirecting and slowing its descent. It jumped at him, javelins made of the ground itself shooting along with it.
"Grass!" he said, crouching low to the ground.

For a terrifying split second, nothing happened, before the energy diffused deep into the soil, beneath the street, the ground, and the past that the city had been built on.

Roots exploded upwards, sending up plumes of dust but rooting the earth, stopping it in its tracks and looping around Type: Full's limbs. It struggled against them while they overlapped on themselves.

He stood up, taking a deep breath and taking the moment he could to breather.

The click wasn't warning enough as something struck his shoulder.

The spine stuck out of his flesh, trickling with purple liquid that slowly began mixing with red.

"Shit!"

LADY made no response as he jumped back from its range. Purple glows began forming around each of Type: Full's feathers, folding out and towards him, as if setting up for cannon fire.

"Flying!" he shouted, jumping into the air as the barrage exploded towards him.

The purplish gleams counted one extra in number as he ripped the spine from the hole in his shoulder. Wings flapped furiously around him, tinged a pale blue.

White energy, a pure white, began glowing in Type: Full's mouth, though it was still rooted firmly to the street. It grew wider and wider, and Blanche realized that from such a close distance, he had no chance of dodging it.

"I'm gonna stop you. No one's dying today! Not me!" Blanche screeched, diving towards Type: Full. If he stopped it before it could fire, it couldn't hurt anyone else.

The Hyper Beam shot off before he could reach it, and it would have glanced at him had his wingspan not reached down so far. The false wings dissolved but he continued falling towards Type: Full, his nostrils filled by ozone.

"Ice!" he struggled out, raising his hands above his head as if to spike a ball.

Boulder-sized clumps appeared from the air around him, a blizzard whipping up and slowing his fall only slightly enough so that his legs didn't shatter as he landed in a crouch.

All he could see of Type: Full was a purple haze, like that of a ghost.

Claws raked against his back as Type: Full became tangible again, throwing him from his feet against the boulders. Something cracked in his chest, but he couldn't register the pain, only the electrical snap that ran through him.

Blanche pushed himself off. Type: Full reared up, the purple becoming denser, lighter, and deeper around it. The purest energy it could muster, that of a dragon.

"Psychic," Blanche grunted, shielding his face as he let LADY do the work. The ice around him was surrounded by a faint glow.

Type: Full's projection grew yard by yard, lengthening around it though it was transparent. Wings tried to form but were struck by hail. Scales tried to protect it but were shattered. Draco Meteors formed in the air above it but dissolved into nothing as Type: Full was pushed back by the shower of ice.

Blanche pushed himself up, not blinking as he took a deep breath. His eyes were locked on Type: Full, and the two stood silently, not a cry between them.

Type: Full's collar clicked for the ninth time, before an aura began surrounding it and sucking the light from the air itself. A black hole seemed to form around it, though he could see its body perfectly fine. It was something that needed to be eradicated, an evil that could only be born of desperation.

"Fairy," Blanche immediately said, his last option ticking away like nothing. It was his best chance.

"I… choose… life!" Blanche roared as he began running. "I'm going to live!"

The Infinity Energy around his left hand split into a hundred pink spokes, spreading out like a crown of thorns, or a set of antlers.

The haze of darkness reached out towards him as he ran towards it, like a set of wings. Type: Full's head was bowed down, its head shaking as the collar refused to click anymore, sputtering uselessly.

Blanche kicked over its head, tightening his hand around the bottom lip of its collar as he went.

The Fairy-type thorns dug deep into the metal, and with so much wear, it broke off like nothing.

He heard the rest of Type: Full's helmet clatter to the ground as he stumbled to a stop.

Metal warped around his arm, the antlers wrapping in on it, absorbing it and forcing it into his skin. Compounds of energy seared his flesh as the cuff of drives pushed out what had been there before. Tissue was pushed out in pulsating waves before dropping to the ground in piles of oil and blood.

Blanche fell to the ground, wracked with so much pain that he couldn't scream. The burning was practically nothing compared to the cold, sinking feeling in every one of his bones.

"No one else," he sobbed. "Don't kill anyone else, please. Just take me and do what you need to. Give me a sign if this is what I was supposed to do with my life."

Type: Full padded over to him, its white mane covered in scratches of tar-like blood. A ring around its neck was singed black and despite the damage, contained all sorts of ports and wiring. Even so, it stood over him, the feathers that crested its head pointing straight towards the heavens.

"Please, just give me something to work with," he said, shutting

Blanche heard it kneel down next to him, pushing rubble aside. It put its head on his chest, and was still. It kept breathing, a ripple traveling across its body that seemed like the ideal of peace itself.

"I… I don't understand," he said, tears pouring from their ducts and trailing off into his hair. "Why… why am I here? Why do I have to keep going on like this?"

There was nothing to answer him. Not even the air.

He still felt an answer deep within himself, though it felt as if he had never heard it before.

"Is that really the truth?" he asked himself, looking at the waning moon above him. The light of the stars were choked by the dust in the air, but some of it came through, precious in its scarcity.

His heart beat again.

"I'm done being selfish. Everything I've done, it's been for myself," he murmured, his throat raw and swollen. "I can't live like that anymore."

His body cried out to him, not in physical pain, but in spirit.

And by honing his body, he honed his mind. And by honing his mind, he had honed his soul. And by honing his soul, he had honed the would open a hole, though not in the Universe, certainly in his.

At that moment, it really did seem open to him. It seemed that when he really and truly wanted something, all the Universe would conspire to make his dream come true.

Though it hurt to do so, both the effort and the fear, he lifted his arm- unaware of space or time, at that point- and placed it on Type: Full's neck. He stroked its mane gently and smoothly, without fear.

"I think… I could use some rest," Blanche laughed, blinking away the tears in his eyes. "Could I have a little, please?"

And so the boy with no name slept beneath a sky full of stars that did, truly, shine for him.


The evacuation order was lifted the next morning in Lumiose-3. Postings of MagLev delays and closed areas went along with that, consisting of Autumnal Avenue, its side streets, and the city's central plaza. The quadrisected rubble of Prism Tower served as a grim reminder as to what occurred only days before, but that wouldn't stop the rebuilding efforts. Events were planned in celebration that they had made it through, because everyone knew that soon enough- even if it wouldn't quite be Lumiose-4- they would build back up, stronger than before.

Few knew of what was happening beneath their feet.


Shauna was of two minds. Not the harsh and sweet ones as usual, but of conflicting opinions.

Whatever the Anomaly was, (Type: Full, as that blonde Kantonian lady called it), it was strange, powerful, and frankly she had no idea how they had defeated it.

Blanche had run away. Rosa was still at home, hopefully with Miss Grace there to watch over her. Serena had been frozen and knocked out of the fight. Gin, Ash, and Salem, despite being helpful, went down fast with only four-ish months of experience. Shauna herself had been knocked out of the air.

When she came to, Ariel was literally bleeding flames and trying to free Serena from the block of ice. The Anomaly was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was recovering from the daze, shaking off the dust and ash.

She'd asked Ariel what had happened and she replied that she honestly didn't know.

They'd been called back to base for briefing without any other commands while medical teams were sent topside. Aveline mentioned something about an orange AIAM field going dark. Instead of being briefed, they were immediately sent to the medical wing. It was certainly necessary and perhaps should have been the priority, but she was curious. It was a puzzle. A terrifying puzzle she couldn't get the answers to.

The next morning, she saw the Anomaly just… walking around the base, padding along with Blanche's footsteps. His clothes were completely normal, though it was a bit odd he was still wearing that silver jacket of his in May.

"Blondie!" she yelled immediately as she ran up behind him, though she herself couldn't tell whether she was angry or happy about it.

"Oh, hey, Shauna," he said, dumbly as usual. "I kind of have a headache, can you not yell?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper, though her tone was still sharp.
"I thought you left! Why are you here? And why is that… thing following you around?"

The Anomaly raised its head, which was now wrapped in bandages instead of the bronze helmet that it had when it attacked.

Blanche got an odd look on his face, absent-mindedly reaching out and scratching the back of its neck. "I… can't really explain it. Well, no, I can, but I don't think you'll get it. Honestly, I don't get it either," he chuckled. "Silvally is sort of weird like that."

Silvally? Where had he come up with a stupid name like that?

"Fine. Why did you run away?"
There was a flicker in his expression, she was certain. Something darker than the usual awkward grin he bandied about in. It disappeared immediately, but it was there.

"I don't like myself that much. I realized that, and that I didn't want to be a burden. That was… the wrong way of thinking so I came back. I've got to work through it on my own, now," he said. "You don't have to worry about it, I'm not in denial anymore."

"I- I-" her face turned reddish. "I want to worry."

"...Is this one of those social cues I can't pick up for shit?" Blanche asked, bewildered.

"I didn't mean, uh, um- Stop laughing at me!"

"I didn't say anything," Blanche replied, his face stock-still.

"What I mean is that you should let me- us- worry about you. We're your friends, even if we can't fix your problems." Shauna stared at her shoes and tapped them together. "We're there to help you if you need it, and that means, well, we get worried."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"You know," Blanche finally said, "I think this is the first time I've seen you even remotely subdued. It's weird."

"S-shut up!" She bounced back immediately. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm a girl, so what? I don't have to be all perfect and stoic and-"

"Didn't say it was a bad thing," Blanche muttered, nodding his head.

"-quiet and s- wait, what?"

"I didn't say anything, go on." Blanche said, making a sideways and oddly limp 'shoo, shoo' gesture. His sleeve slipped down slightly.

Shauna was a bit hot-blooded, but she wasn't stupid, if you understand. She could be incredibly perceptive, it was just that she often read too much into things and thus, caught a lot of implications that might not have been intended.

Thus, when she saw bandage tape shift on the inside of his jacket, she immediately snatched his forearm.

"What's happened?" she asked, staring straight into his eyes.

"Ah, well, you see, uh-" he quickly looked away as his weight shifted to his back foot. "I don't wanna make a big deal out of it, and I'm on a ton of pain medication right now, so it's really not even that bad, I promise."

"Take off your jacket."

"It's not hot anymore, I'm fine, it doesn't burn," Blanche protested, even as he awkwardly slid his jacket off.

And no, Shauna did not take the opportunity to use her skills of perception as he unintentionally flexed. That would be stupid. Nope. Didn't do that. Not at all.

Blanche's arm twitched and dropped his jacket. He held out his arms and looked away.

Shauna took hold of his arms near his elbows and exhaled slowly.

There were two strips of bandages on each arm, sectioning off where his skin was replaced by bronze plating that seemed melted on. Her thumb traced along the edge of the cloth and despite his denial, it felt almost… warm.

Silvally bowed its head next to them, tensing up and radiating some kind of emotion. It seemed angry. Remorseful? Regretful? Shauna didn't know.

She looked back up at him. He was still looking away.

"What is this?"

"Silvally had some kind of… collar on him. It was changing types until I broke it and then LADY did something with mine and I don't know," Blanche said. "I know the procedure for burns, don't worry about it."

"That's not-" Shauna tapped on the metal. It didn't echo as if it were hollow, but it reverberated strangely. She tried to turn his arm but he flinched as it suddenly locked up.

"I can't, uh, turn my arms all the way anymore. Best I can get is halfway. These things stop the bones from crossing over like they should."

"That's terrible!" Shauna exclaimed, before remembering Blanche's alleged headache and quieting back down. "Do you need surgery or just a saw to get them off?"

"No. No, I don't think I'm going to," Blanche said.

"Which one?"

"Neither. It'd be… wrong."

"But… they're cuffs!" she whisper-yelled. "All you need is a chain and they're literally shackles!"

Blanche shook his head. "I know, I know, it sounds weird. I think I just need to keep them. Silvally… I don't have aura so I don't have capital-e Empathy, but I know what his life has been like. I've seen it. He's suffered more than I have, and I've freed it from that."

Silvally hooted in a low tone, bumping its head into Blanche's side.

The boy chuckled, and Shauna let his left arm go so he could scratch the chimeric Pokémon.

"He's bled for the people that bound him. This technology was forced onto him and hurt him. He didn't want to hurt anyone; at least, I don't think so. I've bled for him, so these shackles are mine now. They're my responsibility. To answer your earlier question, I think he thinks he owes me something, in a weird way." He looked straight at her for the first time in the conversation.

Shauna's grip loosened, but she placed her free hand in his, holding him by the unbound wrist.

"I've already been briefed. The Aether Foundation's not happy. They were doing some shady stuff and I may have let slip some stuff, and now their president is demanding FLARE to make me go to surgery, have these removed, so they can repurpose them and Silvally."

"And are they…?"

"No, not a chance. Aveline almost slapped her, it was nuts," Blanche laughed again, trying to lighten the conversation. "There's some talk about getting the UR involved. They have to when the bodies under them are in a stalemate."

"So what happens? Are they going to arrest you if you say no?" Shauna asked, her hands tensing.

"Maybe. I'll talk with Lysandre again and maybe not cuss him out." Blanche shrugged. "Who knows?"

"This is serious!"

"Again, headache and pain meds."

Her voice dropped again. "You can't let them take you away, they can't! We need you, and you… you can't just leave again! You keep leaving and coming back and leaving and leaving and I'm just really scared that you've leave one day and not come back and you know what I'm more afraid of than anything is everyone leaving me-"

Blanche cut her off by wrapping her in a hug.

"Codependency really doesn't suit you," he commented as Silvally padded over, wrapping around the two.

"Shut up, I'm just… worried."

There was a blast of light from Shauna's Pokéball belt before Frogadier appeared above their heads. "Ribiribi!" she cried happily, dropping between the two and wrapping her amphibian arms around them.

Someone called out from down the hall, "Ayo, are we doing a group hug right now?"

"Goddamn it, Gin," Blanche muttered before breaking down into a fit of laughter. "Yeah, sure. I'm cool with that."

Shauna was still of two minds long after that conversation.


"Before we continue, I'd like to establish that my office is a neutral ground. I will not tolerate shouting from either party," Lysandre said, sitting behind his desk in the same pose as usual.

On one side of the room was the Aether Foundation's contingent. The blonde lady in charge had introduced herself as Lusamine. The large woman and hunched over man were Wicke, her right-hand, and Faba, her chief scientist, respectively.

On the other side was Blanche, Silvally standing behind him as if shying away from the group's personnel. Both Sycamores were present, with inverse levels of nervousness. Aveline stood confidently beside him and he'd noticed Augustine fidgeting before he'd stuck his hands in his pocket.

Between them and completing the circle, closest to the door and opposite Lysandre, was a man that called himself Looker. He wore a brown trench coat, which would have appeared normal, if it hadn't been worn on top of a dark purple set of slacks and a waistcoat.

"To be clear, am I getting arrested? Is that what's happening here?" Blanche asked.

"We're requesting the return of the RKS system as well as Type: Full. We had believed that it was a failed experiment until it was tested in the field. With further research, we can ensure more successful iterations for the UR's use in the future," Lusamine said.

"Silvally is sticking with me," Blanche said back. "I'm not letting you hurt it anymore. You have back-up data, don't you? Work with that."

Lusamine looked at Lysandre. "I don't believe this is a discussion for children to be present for. Regardless of his regrettable status, you can't rely on his opinion for your decision." She turned to Looker. "Neither can you. He's just a child."

"I have a license. Also, I was up there fighting while all of you were down here in the coziest bunker on Earth."

"I agree," Aveline said, stepping forward. "Um, with the idea, not the tone, ma'am and sir. Amaranth supplies a valuable perspective. We didn't know what was happening topside after his helmet broke; the other Rangers were out of his range. What little footage we do have is grainy and practically indecipherable."

Looker rubbed his stubble. "Yes, this is true. I believe this young man's input will be necessary. The higher-ups will have questions for him anyway, so you might as well get his answers now."

Lusamine crossed her arms. "That's fine. It was a moral concern of mine, but I'll let it go. What we're discussing is how to proceed. This boy is withholding Aether Foundation property- research materials that directly support the goals of the United Regions."

"Which are?" Lysandre asked.

Her tone switched to something much softer, like it had been rehearsed. "Obviously, the Aether Foundation's purpose is aid Pokémon and preserve nature."

Lysandre's hands lowered, making the eyebrow he raised that much more prominent. "I don't doubt that. However, I must ask how that is related to the Pokémon that is standing for us today."

"Y-You knew what its purpose is!" Lusamine said, shock quickly turning to anger. "You are very well aware what Type: Full will do for FLARE and the United Regions."

"Of course," Lysandre said, "So you must forgive me when I ask why you want it back."

"For study and reproduction. We must be able to replicate and extrapolate on this breakthrough. Faba?"

"Indeed, Madam President." Faba adjusted his bug-eyed green goggles. "By studying the changes in its biology, how its healed, and how it fairs without the RKS system implemented.

"I think it's fairing just fine now that the system is gone," Blanche shot back. "Definitely in a lot less pain, no thanks to you."

"It doesn't have the biology of a Psychic-type, it's very clearly non-sapient," Faba replied. "It's not as if it were suffering."

Blanche tapped at a tab sticking out of his arm. The metal plinked around the pink rectangle that stuck out. "It had the potential to be Psychic-type, and it was in pain. That's enough."

"Children, naturally, do not understand Pokémon brain anatomy," Faba said.

Before Blanche could snap back that he had a license, Lusamine spoke.

"I do suppose we can arrange for more humane treatment after its return," she sighed. "It's hardly sentient, but if the process is made simpler by doing so, I will agree to those terms."

Lysandre nodded. "Amaranth."

"Huh?"

"...Your input?"

Blanche could've punched himself right then and there. "Oh, yeah, except I noticed you said 'more humane' and not just humane. Was that leaving yourself a loophole or just a Freudian slip?"

"I misspoke," Lusamine said. "Hm. You're sharp."

"Thanks, it keeps me alive when I'm fighting battles for you old-"

"Amaranth, do not speak out of turn," Lysandre interrupted. "Now, another point has been raised. Amaranth's arms have been damaged extensively by this incident. How do you propose the Aether Foundation will compensate for this?"

Is he… arguing for me?

Blanche was surprised before remembering that Lysandre was Lysandre and it was incredibly likely he was trying to get his pound of flesh when he could.

"We can arrange for a surgical procedure and physical therapy processes," Lusamine said immediately. "It's very unfortunate that one of FLARE's greatest resources-" laying it on a bit thick, there- "Was injured so heavily by this accident."

"I'll take the therapy but I'm keeping these," Blanche said, crossing his arms the best he could and leaning on his back foot. "You don't need them, right? It's different from biology, and I doubt you could reuse them."

A short silence followed his words.

"You… don't want your arms back?" Lusamine asked.

"I can manipulate Infinity Energy directly with these," Blanche said. "LADY, the computer, hooked them up to the suit and her own AI. Until I don't have to fight anymore, I'll keep my arms like this."

"You'll have them for a long while, then," she said. Her tone became softer, much different from the strictly-business one she'd been speaking in. "Are you sure? Your body is unlikely to rebuilt what mass you have lost after enough time."

"I'll live," Blanche shrugged.

"I… I don't suppose I can force the issue, then," Lusamine said, shushing Faba who seemed as if he was about to interject. She looked to Lysandre. "Amaranth can keep the remnants of the RKS system as long as he wishes. Can a deal be struck regarding Type: Full?"

"I'm not comfortable with that, and I don't think Silvally is, either," Blanche said. "He's been by my side since I woke up."

Silvally crowed in an odd sort of agreement.

"How on Earth did you come up with that ridiculous name?" Faba exclaimed. "It's incredibly childish to nickname a science experiment."

"Faba!" Lusamine spoke evenly, but the snap of her fingers carried her meaning. "We are not rulers here. We are here as delegates, not as scientific overseers. Your opinions will be contained until after we depart."

"...Yes, Madame President."

Blanche answered anyway. "I heard the name from someone a long time ago. I felt like it fit."

Lusamine nodded. "Well, should you encounter difficulties, FLARE can, of course, call upon us for aid."

"Look how that turned out the first time," Blanche said, scratching Silvally's neck. "Maybe keep a hold of your own problems so this doesn't happen again."
"Amaranth," Lysandre warned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know…"

He was getting dangerously close to asking about her children. He was wrong about… wait, no, no, he wasn't. Lysandre was as bad as he thought, or at least could have gone down that path. In this world, had everything not become infinitely worse, the plots likely would have carried over.

So he asked anyway. Or, at least, made a suggestion.
"I fight Legendary Pokémon way too often," he sighed exaggeratedly. "I'd hate to fight another. Hey, with my track record, the next one could be the sun or the moon."

Lusamine's eyes widened a fraction, as he caught with a flickering glance, but he was still putting on the act and complaining to his shoes.

"O-of course. That would be rather unfortunate. If there is nothing else, I believe we are done here. Wicke, Faba, we are taking our leave."

"Anything else that I'm required for?" Looker asked, though he spoke as if he already knew the answer.

"No," Lysandre said simply.

The revolving door finally closed after a minute. Blanche, Silvally, Lysandre, and both Sycamores were left in the darkened room.

"Dismissed," Lysandre said.

"You didn't screw up," Augustine said, forcing a laugh. "Ah, that takes me back to Tech. See, I had one teacher and she really didn't like me. The first time she yelled at me, though, I nearly-"

"Dad!" Aveline practically shouted. Her face was certainly red, even in the low light.

"Ah, just a joke. Aveline, do you mind escorting Blanche to the others? I doubt he's fully healed yet," Augustine suggested.

"I'm not going to start tripping because of a broken rib," Blanche muttered. "Is it a left or a right down the next hallway? I always forget."

"That might be for the best," she agreed.

Aveline tugged him to the door by the wrist, Silvally close behind.

"Just a moment," Lysandre called.

Blanche turned, halfway through shutting the door behind them.

"I do care, Amaranth. I hope you can see that."

And then there were two.

"...Something he said is sticking in my mind. How much longer will he be fighting for?" Augustine asked.

Lysandre burrowed his nose into his tented fingers. "Not too much longer, I hope."

The light in the hallway outside flickered and both murals gleamed in harmony.


AN:

I'm hoping this is the closest this story gets to body horror, but I don't know. God-level threats tend to exaggerate your intentions.

Part-way through this chapter, I realized that Type: Null's RKS system did not work how I thought and didn't cycle automatically. Accept this as a break from canon as the extent of adaptability is what makes a weapon useful, and without a system similar to the one I've described, Type: Null is only as powerful as the human that has to change its drives in the field. Also, it's not a collar. I changed that too, because it's symbolic of stuff. No, seriously, trust me. Also, I forgot it wasn't, so I made it a collar. Lol.

For the people that care, I got a 33 on my ACT so that week off for studying worked out well. You'd figure my writing would be a bit better, but my English score was relatively shit so go figure.

There's a poll on my profile for this story; it's a minor thing but I'd like input on it.
 
Chapter Twenty Two: He was aware that he was still a child.

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
"The Kalosian Royal Family is holding a ball, or so Augustine tells me," Grace said. "Apparently, you're the guests of honor."

A month had passed since Silvally attacked Lumiose-3. Everyone was recovering well; Rosa willingly came out of her room even if she was a bit subdued. Quilladin spent as much time with her as he did Blanche, and he felt that was the best way it could have turned out.

Silvally was sleeping along the side of the couch, low enough that he didn't stop anyone from sitting down. It was preferable to him laying on Blanche's feet, especially while he was trying to cook.

Just looking at the crevice where all that sauce went made him cringe. Having to clean up something like that again would probably send him into shock.

He was close enough already, at that very moment.

"You're joking," he said flatly.

"He said he had an informant on the inside. I suppose having connections is a natural part of being a Professor," she sighed.

Blanche tried not to dive into the recurring daydream where Augustine finally got his philandering ass kicked, as he had a feeling that a laughing fit would make him spill everyone's breakfast.

As he plated the stir fry in equal portions, moving his elbows more than his wrists, he asked, "Do we have to RSVP for that?"

"Of course we do, dummy," Shauna called from the table. "That's common courtesy."

The oven beeped before he could reply. "Ariel, that's your bread," he called before Ariel and Audino stood up to put on oven mitts.

"Serena. Shauna. Ariel, here's your plate. Rosa. Miss Grace," he placed his plate in the last empty seat, "And me. Do you think I should go back to the dance studio if it's a ball? Practice a little?"

"Ballroom dancing isn't the same as ballet," Rosa said, arms tight around Quilladin.

"Right." Blanche tapped his fork thoughtfully. His arm could turn far enough to hold utensils before it would lock up, which was a small comfort. "I don't think I have the dexterity for it."

"We're not letting you lean on the wall the entire night," Shauna said. "Just figure it out."

"I could start breakdancing," Blanche offered.

"On second thought, you should probably skip." Shauna snorted. "I think I would die of embarrassment."

"Do you think Tierno knows how it works?"

"Just because he's a dancer doesn't mean he knows how to ballroom dance," Shauna said, rolling her eyes.


"So, the Royal Family is going to hold a ball and they want-" Augustine was quickly cut off.

"I'm not going, Augustine. The press is enamored with the children enough as it is," Lysandre said.

"You could take the heat off of them by presenting yourself as in charge. You'd be a lightning rod for questions about FLARE, and the Rangers won't do anything embarrassing if they think you're watching."

"I trust Amaranth will keep the rest of them in line."

"...Wow, you really are desperate not to go."

"Will you be going?" Lysandre retorted.

"On one hand, Enzirica may attempt to castrate me if I even look at her sister. On the other hand, I heard that the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, and even the Champion will be sent invitations."

"This is paraphrased from the other princess, isn't it?" Lysandre said flatly.

Augustine smirked. "...Maybe."

Lysandre pinched the bridge of his nose. "So naturally, you'll be sharing a dance and acting as a supervisor."

"Ah…" Augustine smoothly ran a hand through his hair. "I was hoping for more of the first, but I suppose I can do the second as well."

"Meaning that you'll make a commotion with your antics to distract the other attendees," Lysandre said.

"What else?" Augustine laughed before suddenly looking serious. "The kids have enough to worry about. I'd rather they not get badgered."

"On the contrary, it could make for good fundraising. You deal with the media, they talk with philanthropists," Lysandre said. "We obtain more funding."

"Do we really need it? Blanche has the RKS system and for the rest of them, their AIAM fields have been growing stronger. On top of all of that, the UR is going to be sending their prototype soon-"

"I know this. Any funding we can acquire without oversight goes towards our ultimate purpose," Lysandre said. "Should another Anomaly prove to be as strong as the false Zygarde, they will easily defeat it. Until the true core is located, transported, and awakened, they must persevere. Until then, searching must continue."

"What if… what if they can't make it until then?"

"They'll have to, Augustine. No amount of funding will save us otherwise." Lysandre tilted his head downwards. "We simply can't afford for them not to."


Blanche stood in Jaune Plaza's park, four Pokémon standing before him.

Silvally towered over the other three, being taller than all of them combined. Quilladin was standing at attention with a neutral expression, contrasting with its ball-like proportions. With only a bit of prompting, he'd gotten permission to borrow Plusle and Minun.

The Professor had asked if he wanted Genesect as well, only to say that the UR determined it needed to be studied and rehabilitated.

He wasn't sure if that was a blessing in disguise or not. Ariel might not have reacted well to Genesect joining their ranks after what had happened in Kiloude City.

Because Quilladin wanted to train, Rosa had come with him as well.

A day out certainly couldn't hurt her, he had correctly thought.

"Alright, guys. We need to train."

Silvally made a sound between a warble and a screech, so the nod it gave was more indicative of its mood. Quilladin nodded as well, though it was more of a bow due to its lack of a defined neck. Plusle and Minun stopped fooling around (though the effort was much more pronounced on Plusle's part) to raise their arms in an affirmative.

Blanche stood straight up, arms behind his back as he thought. After a good few seconds of thinking, he sagged and said, "...How do we do that?"

Rosa laughed somewhere behind him, so at least his second objective for the day was going well.

Plusle and Minun began miming out a fight scene, with Minun lazily holding up its arms as Plusle sprung around it, tapping at an invisible defense around it.

"Sparring?" Blanche asked.

Plusle nodded furiously while Minun did the same, albeit with a much more tired expression.

"Alright, let me think." He tapped his chin in thought for a few moments. "You guys aren't going to be fighting directly, but I think dodging and stuff might be important. If there's a way to increase the speed and range of Helping Hand and other support moves, we can practice that too," Blanche said before turning to Quilladin.

The Grass-type nodded again at him, and Blanche got the strangest impression that he was looking at a mirror image.

"Quilladin, that stuff you did when," he remembered that Rosa wasn't too far away, "Uh, you threw us around during that fight, that was cool. I'm thinking that if we tried to make your vines stronger and faster, we could do that a lot better."

Quilladin nodded at him again, so he turned to Silvally.

Because Blanche is Blanche, he didn't notice Quilladin side-eying the chimeric Pokémon beside him.

"Can you still, like, scratch stuff?"

Silvally cawed an affirmative, scraping its front talons against the packed earth.

"Nice. I'm going to practice with the RKS system while we train, is that alright?" Blanche asked, sliding up his sleeve and showing the metal plating.

Silvally nodded again.

After a brief flash of light and the discarding of his helmet, Blanche examined the changes in his morph suit. Even if the new form hadn't technically been new for a few weeks, it took some getting used to. White, rubber-like overlaid the bronze surrounding his arms, exposing the machinery in just the right way to connect it to the SHIELD's wireframe.

"I think Ground-type will be good for now," he said, rubbing the bands.

The microphone in his Battery read his speech easily and put it through to LADY, who computed the request in no time at all.

Immediately, it felt like a wave was running through him, as if lightning was about to strike.

Because he didn't feel like pushing his luck, he looked up and indeed, the sky was as clear as it was minutes before.

"I need some targets," he said, staring at a clear spot in the training field.

Soon after, a wave rippled across his chest and through his arms, and moments after that, a ten foot tall pillar of rocks molded itself from the ground like clay. Two more quickly joined it, equidistant from each other.

"Thank you, LADY," he said to the AI.

"You're welcome," she buzzed back from somewhere in his collar.

"Alright, here's what we're going to do." Blanche clapped his hands. "Plusle and Minun, you two run laps while spamming Helping Hand on Quilladin and Silvally. Quilladin and Silvally, you guys get to knock down the pillars while having Helping Hand spammed on you. Whoever destroys theirs faster wins."

He should have known that the gleam that Quilladin got in his eye was a bad thing. He definitely should have gotten a clue when Silvally got a similar look. And most certainly, he should have noticed the literal spark that lit up between the two Pokémon.

Despite that, they began training with a great start. Blanche supervised for a few minutes before remembering that he had a call to make. Trusting the four Pokémon to make good decisions, he stepped to the side of the field near Rosa, who was reading some kind of magazine, and pulled out his Holo Caster.


"Yeah, I know a little bit about formal ballroom dancing," Tierno said on the other end of the line.

Blanche relaxed and smiled.

"Awesome. Do you think you could stop by Lumiose-3 sometime soon? I could probably use a hand. There's a thing that I have to go to because of FLARE, and everyone's coming as is- You and Trevor could totally come."

"Really?"

"Yeah, man, for sure. Oh, you gotta meet the new guys too, they're great. I don't know when it is yet but I'll let you know."

"I'll mark it on my calendar when you do. So, what else is going on in the city?"

Blanche sighed. "Where should I begin? It starts with-"

He was distracted from the call by the third pillar collapsing in on itself, accompanied by a squawk and a sharp cry.

"Excuse me for a minute, Tio," he said, tapping mute on his Holo Caster. "What the hell are you guys doing over there?"

Silvally and Quilladin stood stock still, the former's claws still raised and the latter's Vine Whip wrapped halfway around Silvally's neck.

He unmuted and said, "Hey, I've got something to deal with, but Rosa's here too, so you can talk to her."

After a pleased reply, he tossed his Holo Caster to Rosa and ran over to the two Pokémon, still frozen with trepidation.

"Are you guys sparring? Do you need a spar? Is target practice too easy for you?"

Silvally nodded while Quilladin at least made a token attempt to be humble.

"Ah. Well, just tell me next time instead of… this. Carry on."

Quilladin flicked the Vine Whip, throwing Silvally into a pile of rubble before he beamed at Blanche.

"...Right. Right, yeah, everyone in this city is insane, including the Pokémon. That should have been obvious." Blanche pinched the bridge of his nose.

In the very same moment, Silvally bounded over, bit down on one of Quilladin's vines, and began rapidly shaking him like a chew toy.

"God damn it," he sighed.


At some point during his second conversation with Tierno, they'd gotten on the topic of formalwear. Blanche realized that he basically owned one outfit and one pair of swim trunks. He had a look and he stuck with it, but he couldn't do that for a gala or whatever they called it.

Because Blanche was Blanche, he invited the worst person possible to help him pick out clothes.

He wanted to just wear red. Really, something simple. Either a red shirt and white tux or the inverse, because it would match his eyes and hair. But no, it couldn't be simple, it had to be fashionable.

"I'm tellin' you, man, it's color theory. You wear a color, two compliments, and a contrasting color. It's that or you wear something boring and neutral."

"Why do you know how fashion works? Don't you have a motorbike to work on or something?"

Gin pushed up his sunglasses and smirked. "Hey, someone has to. Can't have any of my grunts dress like squares."

Blanche sighed. "I forget that you're a gang leader sometimes."

"Gang is a dirty word. I just tell them to round up any rogue Espers in the underground and turn them in. I don't know why people give us money for that, but I usually just donate it to the Pokémon Daycare on Route 7 or buy Whitley whatever expensive parts she needs." Gin paused. "I like to call it an outfit."

"Oh my God."

Blanche ended up calling a second opinion because he didn't trust the greaser to tell him the facts about high-brow fashion.

"Greetings, my friend. I am ready to aid you, should you-"

"Ash, why are you in ninja get-up? It's May. Aren't you hot?"

Blanche had noticed people watching him and Gin bickering beforehand, but a whole lot more were looking when Ash had walked in with a Doublade strapped to his back.

"Yeah, man, heat exhaustion is a real thing," Gin added.

"My shroud allows what you call 'air conditioning' in your culture. By cycling the air that I exhale, I am able to both keep myself well ventilated and practice my skills," Ash explained slowly.

Gin stared at Ash, then at his hands, then at Ash.

"My powers just let me punch things real good…"

"Back to why I gathered you here today," Blanche said, steering them away from the FLARE tier list discussion that would soon restart.

Not that it was accurate. Gin kept putting Whitley in S-tier. Listen, the robot seemed to get larger each time he talked about it, there was no way it was accurate.

"Ash, how much do you know about formal wear?"

A few minutes later, Blanche walked out of a changing room in flowing black robes and a pointed silver chest guard.

"Why the hell does a boutique have this?" he asked, shuffling the cloth around his wrists.

At this point, Blanche was getting desperate and made another call.

Gin slumped in disbelief. "B-man, why would you ask Em for-"

"Heyo!" she called, suddenly behind Gin and yelling in his ear.

Blanche half-waved as Gin fell over, ignoring him entirely. "Em, what do you know about fashion?"

"I wear two colors, Blanca," she said matter-of-factly.

Meowstic, whom she had likely stolen her palette from, nodded their head.

"Well, why'd you do that? I need some of the theory behind it," Blanche explained.

"It's color theory," Gin called from the floor.

Salem kicked him almost reflexively. "White's a neutral color," she said, pointing at her sundress, "And the blue scarf makes it pop."

"What is wrong with all of you?" Blanche asked, exasperated. "Leather jackets, air-conditioned ninja clothes, scarves; it's May. Summer! You're all insane."

All of them looked at his jacket, which he had repeatedly put back on while trying on clothes.

"I have a good reason," he said. "Not a hypocrite."

"I see," Ash said.

"Uhuh," Salem said.

"Totally," Gin said.

Meowstic kicked him with their paw.

"Damn it," Blanche muttered, pinching his nose. "I can't show up looking like a mess."

"Why don't you ask someone else you know?" Gin asked. "Like, you know, the Professor? Or all those girls you hang out with? Hell, maybe Trevor? I'm sure at least one of them knows what looks good on a guy. I just wear cool leather jackets."

"I try to not stand out, as a rule," Ash said, apparently unaware of the contradiction.

"I match with Meowstic. That's about it," Salem said.

"Well, yeah, but the Professor's busy, Trevor's not in town yet, and, well, um, uh-"

"Shauna?" Gin asked.

Salem kicked him again.

Blanche didn't answer, intently focusing on the ceiling tiles.

"...Is there something that I'm not aware of?" Ash asked. "Extenuating circumstances?"

"He's gotta look good for Shauna, I'm betting. Eh? Eh?" Gin prodded, rolling to his feet before anyone could get another lick in.

Blanche was focusing extra hard on a billboard down the street, trying his best to make out what it said. New Mecha-Tyranitar movie? He hadn't seen the first one, but maybe if-

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh! I get it!" Salem exclaimed. "You seriously, totally, absolutely have got to get laid!" She slammed her fist into an open palm. "And you need to wear nice clothes to do that!"

"No!" Blanche shouted, red-faced under the scrutiny she had attracted from the other customers. "One, you can't just say that, two, you can't just yell that, and three, I respect her way too much for that!"

"What is 'that?'" Ash asked. "Does Amaranth wish to become a Pokémon egg? It is a strange request, but I imagine that-"

Gin shook his shoulder, shaking his head limply. "I'll tell you when you're older. Young love," he sniffed, "It's a beautiful thing, man."

"I'm going to kill you, Gin, I swear to God," Blanche said.

"Which one?"

Blanche snapped, "That joke stopped being funny months ago!"

"It's a legitimate question," Ash added.

"They do like it when you're specific," Salem said, nodding along.

"You're- Agh- I'm-" Blanche felt the urge to slam his head into the wall. It was a dangerous prospect for the glass, it likely hadn't been hit with anything so thick before. "Okay, okay, no more stalling. Fine, maybe I want to look nice to surprise Shauna, so what? She's not boring but she's not crazy like you guys."

"I'm not offended by that. Should I be offended by that?" Salem asked.

"Yes," Gin responded.

A pink glow surrounded Gin's legs but they had no effect. A moment later, the air consolidated into a pink sheet below him and was yanked away, flipping him entirely.

"Anyway," Salem said. "Wait, let me guess- How many months did it take for you to notice?"

"You've only met her, what, twice?" Blanche said. "What do you mean?"

Salem tapped her temple in sync with Meowstic. "I'm more of a telekinetic than a mind-reader, but I can pick up when people have thoughts that are strange to them. Nothing useful, just weird things. Like the weirdly colored Pyroar they saw on the street, or however many leaves were on the Ride Gogoat that morning. When it's people around you, it's generally, "I can't believe he still hasn't realized." That's usually Prof- Oh, wait, this is one of those times I'm supposed to stop talking, isn't it?"

Blanche sighed. "Yeah, maybe. Go on, I'm curious now."

"Well, someone whose name I will not be saying thinks that a lot," Salem said. "That applies to Shauna, right?"

Blanche racked his brain for a moment before answering, "I don't think there's much else it could apply to."

"Man, you are dense," Gin said from his spot on the floor.

Meowstic kicked him again.


"Hey, Trevs," Blanche greeted.

Trevor bowed before crossing the threshold and entering the kitchen. He had a belt full of Pokéballs, and likely had many more. "Hello, Blanche." He dropped his backpack. "It's nice to be home. I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier, but there was this one oddly colored Carbink and I just had to catch it."

"It's fine, you're just in time to get ready," Blanche said, gesturing to the shopping bags filled with make-up and hair care products on the table. "They found out that Ariel's never put on eyeliner before and they're experimenting, which gives us a few hours."

"That makes it sound like you have," Trevor pointed out.

Blanche waved him off. "It was a one-time thing with the ballet section of Tierno's old dance company. Weird day. Better off forgotten."

"I see," Trevor said, clearly trying not to sound too unconvinced.

"Anyway," Blanche said, "You've gotten taller."

"I got new shoes," he said, the same height as always. "I think you have too." Trevor cupped his chin. "No, wait, you're just standing up straight."

Blanche laughed. "I think my suit will still fit. You said you had one, right?"

"I always have to be prepared in the field. I got fit for one as soon as I could," Trevor said, reaching into his travel bag before pulling out a perfectly folded plastic bag.

Blanche felt like he'd been dry on cash after spending way more than he was comfortable with on clothes. That Trevor did so without the same salary was dumbfounding.

"Oh, man, uh, how much do I owe you? I invited you and all, but I shouldn't have expected you to spend so much on-"

"It was only around twenty thousand Pokédollars. I'll get plenty of use out of it," Trevor said, laying it across a chair calmly. "Don't worry about it."

Blanche stopped panicking and coughed. "Ah, well, if you say so. I think we're taking a FLARE MagLev instead of a Ride Pokémon, so it shouldn't get stained."

"Is that how the other guests will be arriving?" Trevor asked.

"Ride Pokémon? Yeah, probably." Blanche shrugged. "They can afford huge, comfortable Pokémon to fly in on without grouping up."

"And FLARE can't?"

That made Blanche pause. On one hand, FLARE basically owned Lumiose-3 and likely had money to spare. On the other hand, spending money on luxury as a governing body would come with some pretty bad press.

"...We've got a lot of people?" Blanche suggested. "Gin's using his, Ash's and Em's plus-ones to bring Whitley, Lenore, and LaRusso along, and Professor Sycamore has got a quantum number of dates, so I'm not sure."

"I suppose so," Trevor said. "What does the itinerary look like?"

Blanche blinked. "Uh… we get there at seven, leave when Lysandre tells us to, and talk good about FLARE to some people in between. I'm just going to avoid talking about work, it'll keep the boss from getting pissed at me. There was something about fireworks too, but I dunno. Tierno gave me some pointers about the rest. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Trevor said, picking up his suit.

Blanche trudged after him to the upper floors. "Quick question, though."

"Yes?"

"How do I tie a tie?"


The road to Parfum Palace was overlaid with red carpet. The MagLev station wasn't so far away that it was impractical, but certainly far enough to seem obnoxious.

They didn't walk as a group as much as they did a clump, because while Rosa had practiced with her combat heels- maybe not so bad a birthday present, after all- and Serena seemingly knew how to do everything, not everyone else did.

Tierno could probably pull it off though.

Ariel tripped again before Salem and Meowstic lifted her and put her back on her feet.

Blanche looked back up to the palace. Lights shined out of every window, and the lower floors were open to the air. The murmur of conversation carried to the entrance.

Blanche offered his arm to Ariel. "So you don't trip," he said.

She stumbled again, before saying, "Thank you," and latching on. Audino followed along, walking beside her.

"Diantha," Augustine said to a lady with a white tailcoat and an impossibly fluffy scarf. "It's a pleasure to see you. How's work?"

While the 'adult' adults had that conversation, Blanche and the 2013 group of FLARE Rangers sat down. Luxurious was an understatement. He could barely read the menu, which was nearly blank, described nothing, and had Kalosian words sprinkled in for flavor.

While he was busy trying to understand how they made escargot- How did one cook a Magcargo?- Serena told the waiter her order with perfect poise.

The speaker for the nobility gave a simple toast. He spoke of the gratitude they held towards themselves and FLARE, but mostly themselves for funding it, and of their hopes for the future.

The food was light and heavy at the same time, with incredibly small portions of salads and much larger glasses of wine.

Blanche did eye that bottle carefully, and even more carefully warned himself away from drinking any.

Gin, dressed in a tuxedo, complete with a pocket watch and, in Blanche's words, a God-damned cane, reached out for it before Blanche swatted his hand away.

"What?" he asked, his hair swept back in a way that probably took both Whitley and Lenore to manage. The latter looked much more proud of the achievement than the former, but that was likely because of her general stoicism.

"It's a long story," Blanche sighed. "Don't drink on the job."

Gin, more subtly than he'd ever done anything before in his life, pointed across the gap at Aveline, who had just poured herself, Augustine, Grace, and Michael a glass each.

"That's different," Blanche said. "They don't have superpowers that could wreck this whole place."

A few moments later, likely because of the wine's bitterness, Aveline had a short coughing fit.

Between their two tables, they'd brought seventeen people. Clemont seemed to have an allergy to leaving his little sister in the city alone for any period of time, and it was perhaps maybe a little sad that sixteen other people was basically everyone Blanche knew in Lumiose-3.

After what felt like an hour of small talk, Tierno and Trevor sharing the stories of their journeying so far, and Lenore catching up with Ariel, the speaker once again rose and tapped his glass.

"The dancing will begin shortly," he said, as a curtain of red satin opened on the other end of the room, revealing an orchestra of Kricketot and Kricketune perched on a platform.

Blanche got that sinking feeling in his stomach again.


Don't step on anyone's feet, Blanche thought repeatedly, which helped him forget that he was supposed to look more than stoic and vaguely pleased to be there.

It was a flurry of faces and names, some of which he recognized, but there was very little of note after he adjusted to the height difference. The music was slow and the notes were drawn out, letting him focus on that rather than being forced to make awkward small talk.

With one of his dance partners, he almost didn't register that they were the same height and quickly corrected his hand placement.

"Oh, Serena. Hey," he said, falling into the same pattern as usual.

"Blanche," she greeted, following his lead at the first step.

"Your dress is nice," he said.

Indeed, it was, even if Blanche didn't have the knowledge to describe any of their clothes properly (What the hell was a cummerbund, anyway?). It was red and tended to billow, and she wore an orange and black scarf over it.

"As is yours."

Blanche blinked. "Thanks?" he offered.

"...Perhaps small talk isn't my strong suit," Serena said.

"Are you… are you embarrassed?" Blanche asked as they rounded the outer edge of the floor. "I didn't think that was possible."

"I can speak fine… it's just that Calem is much better at talking with people than I am," she said.

"Ah." He excused her use of present tense as a slip of the tongue. She wasn't talking like they were the same person. "I can manage as long as I don't think too hard about it."

"If Shauna is correct, you don't do that very often," she said with the hint of a smile.

"Wait, wait, are you being sarcastic now? Since when?"

"You simply haven't caught it before," she said. "And…. oh, speaking of," she said.

"If you don't mind," Shauna said, suddenly appearing next to them.

Blanche raised his hands, gestured to Serena, and tried to sit down.

Shauna then grabbed his arms, miraculously maneuvered around everyone else without pushing them, and pulled him back into the dance.

"You're doing it wrong, stupid," she said, tightening her grip on his shoulder.

Blanche stopped hovering and shook off his confusion, before replacing his hands and trying to start the movements.

Shauna then moved in the opposite direction, making him stumble as aura apparently outweighed muscle by a large margin.

"Idiot," she hissed.

"I thought you wanted to dance with Serena," Blanche said, trying to justify his momentary misstep.

"I already did. She's much better at dancing than you," Shauna said.

"It's been thirty seconds, don't judge a guy too harshly," Blanche said. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked, with maybe a little more sarcasm than necessary.

Shauna flushed with as much anger as usual, swinging him a bit as she stumbled.

"Shut up and dance, Blondie," she muttered.

They managed to get another few steps in before Blanche couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer.

"I like your dress," he said. "You look great. And I'm not making fun of you," he preemptively clarified.

Sky-blue ribbons would seem tacky on anything else, but they went well with the pastel pink of the dress.

"Your suit is… nice, too," she said. "The red matches your eyes."

"I probably would have thought that it was too morbid a year ago, but Gin said I ought to, so, y'know," Blanche said. He shrugged slightly but not enough to throw off the tempo. "I'm glad you think so. That means a lot, coming from you."

By that, he obviously meant that compliments were rare from Shauna. He couldn't possibly have meant anything else, could he?

Shauna flushed again.

"You really know how to make a girl feel…"

"Angry? Annoyed? Another emotion that starts with 'a'?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Amorous, if you're lucky," she murmured.

"Huh?"

The music drowned out her words all too easily.

"Forget about it," she said before changing the subject. "The Professor said there would be fireworks soon."

"Really? Sounds cool. Are you gonna go watch?" Blanche asked.

"Maybe from the balcony," she said off-handedly. "He mentioned that it's a little more private."

"Do you think it's a little more quiet, too?" He knocked his head to the side. "I think I've got a headache coming on. I'll come with you, if you don't mind."

She snorted. "Smooth."

After a few minutes, an opening in the floor appeared and they managed to get down a hallway and up the stairs.

The windows downstairs had been open, but the wind was wilder as they stepped out onto the balcony.

Blanche leaned against the cool stone railing, looking out across the hedge garden.

Hey, there was that fountain Ash nearly pushed him into. Oh, and that other one he'd caught Plusle and Minun near.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Blanche asked, glancing at her.

"It's nice," she answered. "It feels right… but in the wrong way."

"I think a celebration is deserved, but yeah, I feel that." Blanche looked out across the starry night sky. There wasn't much light pollution from Lumiose-3 so far away from the city. "I'd rather retire and not have to do any more of… this. Maybe I could open a restaurant for fun or something. Move out in the middle of nowhere where Anomalies don't destroy anything. I'd ask for a small MagLev station to be built so everyone could visit. I dunno. Just something smaller than all of this."

"Like a little village down south?" Shauna asked.

"Yeah," Blanche agreed. "That would be nice. Ha. I'm still around seventeen and I already want a retirement home."

"That sounds… no." Shauna shook her head. "If this ever stops, if it stays calm, I'm going to finish my journey. I'm going to go as far as I can go. I won't give up before I reach my limit, you got that?"

Blanche laughed. "I didn't expect anything else."

"Well, after that…" Shauna shuffled closer, bumping into his arm, "That does sound pretty nice."

Blanche closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "It's nice to have a calm dream. I'll have something to look forward to while I'm fighting."

"Do you think," Shauna began, looking somewhere far away, "Do you think I could be in-"

"I do hope that I'm not interrupting anything," someone called from behind them, accompanied by the tapping of leather shoes on the marble floor.

Blanche turned around, keeping one hand on the railing.

"My name is Santiago," they said with a smooth voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The scream of fireworks shattered the silence of the sky. Bursts of light rippled over them.

Santiago's complexion was Mediterranean by Blanche's guess, though he wasn't incredibly perceptive of such things. He had wild black hair on top of his head, and wore a woolen cloak the color of tree bark that enveloped his body.

"You are interrupting something," Shauna said, glaring. "You're entirely correct."

Santiago swept an arm in front of himself and actually bowed. "My apologies, then. I had thought there would be others here, and I didn't wish to appear a voyeur."

"It wasn't anything like that," Blanche said, only slightly embarrassed. "I should introduce myself too. You can call me Blanche."

Shauna kept glaring.

"Shauna, be polite."

"No."

Blanche inclined his head towards Santiago. "She gets cranky sometimes, I'm sorry about her."

Shauna elbowed his liver.

Santiago chuckled. "It's no problem. I consider this a fortunate coincidence, in fact. I wished to speak to the FLARE Rangers without the constraints of business. People are much easier to understand when they lack constraints, wouldn't you agree?"

"I… guess? You mean without all the formal talk, right?" Blanche asked.

"Of course. Oh, you see that now? You've shown that you prefer definition over ambiguity by asking for clarification. Isn't conversation wonderful?" Santiago asked, voice filled with mirth.

"...I'm just kind of dumb sometimes, it's not that complicated," Blanche said, not really sure how to react.

"And there, you've attempted to appeal to your internal concept of humility!"

"Hey, remember the part where you were interrupting something?" Shauna said dryly. "I remember that. Can you make like the Professor and leaf?"

Santiago clapped his hands and his eyes widened. "Oh, and you'd be the last senior FLARE Ranger! You've made a pun about your organizational superior, implying your displeasure with him and signifying that discord is present within FLARE as a whole, while also referencing the disproportionate amount of Pokémon Professors with names relating to flora." He rubbed his chin with closed eyes. "This conversation has truly been enlightening."

Blanche looked at Shauna. Shauna looked back at him. They both looked at Santiago.

"You don't get out much, do you?" Shauna asked.

"Shauna, don't be rude even if we're both thinking it," Blanche said.

"Not at all!" Santiago cheerily answered. "In fact, this may be the first time I've encountered so many fascinating people at once. I look forward to encountering more once the preparations are complete." He palmed his face mechanically, as if the motion had been practiced a thousand times. "Alas, at the moment, I am limited to control groups such as this one."

Somewhere, the clock struck anywhere between nine and midnight, Blanche couldn't keep track.

"Oh, I must be going. I hope that I'm able to speak to you again, Blanche and Shauna. Goodbye!"

Santiago's heavy cloak wavered behind him as he walked back inside and disappeared from view.

A few moments passed where the air itself seemed to have shuddered and died.

"The moment's gone," Blanche said evenly, again looking over the hedge garden.

"Yeah," Shauna said. "I feel the strange need to punch something."

"Want to hit the gym after this?" Blanche offered.

"Mhm. I think I'd like that. No treadmills though, I don't wear heels very often and my feet hurt."


AN:

Before general chapter stuff, Guest who asked, I actually haven't read any Index fics. I watched some of the show on Hulu before it got too Light-Novel-y for me to stomach. Esper is a catch-all term for people with weird abilities in speculative fiction (I would have gone with Psyker if that wasn't so close to Psychic), but I did get the idea from there.

One comic relief chapter. As a treat. There is some stuff going on in the background though. Hey, remember how awesome everything was in Lumiose-3 before like, three chapters ago? Yeah, haha, that's done for good. Five chapters left.

I realize now that there's a plot-hole with Blanche's helmet. He loses it so often that there's no way that FLARE gets any plot-relevant footage. I'm handwaving that and saying there are extra cameras in his Battery and the other morph suits.

Ariel and Blanche are… odd. They're a very sweet pair, very good friends, but I wouldn't ship them, if that makes sense. It just wouldn't make sense for either of their characters to think about the other like that.

There's a lot of alliteration in this chapter. I dunno what's up with that.

Santiago is based very, very loosely on the protagonist of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, which I'm pretty sure I mentioned before but I thought I should mention it, since he's a recurring character and all.

I think I've given everyone a filler segment, now it's time to traumatize them. In some cases, retraumatize. Fun.

Happy Easter, if you celebrate it.
 
Chapter Twenty Three: Don't Be.

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
As always, snow was falling in Snowbelle City. The powder scattered in the wind over the open-air gym, a colosseum of never-melting ice.

Rocks and puddles covered most of the battlefield, evidence of the hard-fought Gym Battle taking place there.

"Mystical Fire," Serena called, her voice echoing across the open field. "Eryngo pattern."

Delphox raised their wand to the cloudy sky and yipped stoically.

A swirl of fire exploded from the tip, breaking off into two lashes and dancing across the ice.

Wulfric, the Gym Leader, smiled. "You have talent, challenger. Unfortunately, you need a whole lot more than that to defeat me!" he belted, his voice guttural. "Stop holding back. Avalugg, use Rock Slide!"

Serena felt the minerals coalescing in the air before she could see it. This was a make-or-break moment. Her eighth Gym Battle. If she used her powers here, no matter how subtly, how the League reacted would set a precedent.

Delphox understood this. Psychic-types were more aware of such things, as a rule, similarly to their common possession of psychopathic tendencies. She wasn't going to force her trainer to make that decision.

The Mystical Fire bounced backwards, flaring up white before they jumped into the air above Delphox.

The Rock Slide turned into a gentle rain of glass beads that clattered harmlessly to the floor around Delphox.

She waved her wand again, the remaining fire splitting away again and towards Avalugg.

The Ice-type roared and shards exploded upwards, growing from the floor and piercing through the fire, cutting it off entirely.

"Good!" Wulfric barked. "You've trained your Pokémon well, that much I can tell. It's too bad that my job is to separate the mediocre from the exceptional, the Very Best. Avalugg, use Spiky Shield!"

Spiky Shield was a Grass-type move in its default form, and generally accomplished by multiplying spines or, as one might guess, spikes in a defensive formation.

Wulfric had developed a similar technique, instead utilizing shards of ice.

Rock-like formations grew around Avalugg, and as good as Delphox was with fire control, swirling it around the solid ice would only.

Serena closed her eyes in thought for a split second. After which, she said, "Dahlia pattern."

Delphox's eyes flashed with pink light as a new trail of fire burst from her wand.

Instead of moving immediately towards Avalugg, the fire spun in the air like a horizontal vortex. Its diameter shrunk, narrowing as it began spinning faster and burning brighter.

"Go," Serena said.

Like an arrow, the Mystical Fire shot forwards and cut straight through the shield of ice, melting it away in a perfect cone around it.

After the steam cleared, the parka-wearing referee blew his whistle.

"The winner is Challenger Serena, of… Vaniville Town," he declared after a short pause. He scratched his head and looked at his clipboard.

The applause was uproarious, which was a feat of Serena's fan following (Something she didn't make much mention of at home) considering how few people wanted to be outside in the snow when they could be watching something on television.

Delphox bowed to Wulfric as he approached, and she stepped aside as the man walked up to Serena and offered his hand.

"It was a good match," he said. "I will be the first to admit, I can get carried away during battle. I respect that you didn't use your abilities."

"They weren't necessary," she said evenly, meeting him equally with a handshake.

"Ho, ho!" Wulfric barked. That's some confidence you got there. Can you keep up that attitude at the conference?" he asked.

"I'll try my best," she said.

"Well, then. I'll look forward to it." Wulfric pulled a small pin from his jacket pocket. "Your badge."

She accepted it with a nod. "Thank you. I appreciate the-"

Her Holo Caster rang with a familiar signal.

"I apologize, that'll be FLARE. Could you…"

Wulfric gestured to someone in the stands next to an audio set-up.

Serena held the Holo Caster to her ear, not bothering with the hologram.

She listened to Aveline's briefing about an Anomaly approaching from the south, and that its aura didn't seem incredibly Anomalous but that she should still detain it as soon as possible.

"...It's crossing through… there?" she asked. An edge she didn't know she had was sneaking into her tone.

After receiving confirmation, she didn't wait around for the applause to end. She released her Pidgeot from their Pokéball and flew off then and there.

"Go past the Santalune Forest," she said close to their ears. "I'll walk from there. Just where the bridge used to be."


Serena walked down the long-abandoned roads of Aquacorde Town. The river ran brown with dirt and sediment that never quite settled, turned into a creek that drained into the gouge across the Kalosian countryside. She could see where trees dropped away before the horizon, where the ground had been cut from the Earth like it was nothing.

She looked at the fountain that was still drained, where she had found Shauna that night. She walked down the forest path where she'd found Tierno that afternoon. She walked down the sidewalk where she'd found Trevor that day. She poked her head in the abandoned house she'd found her mother in.

All of these places, but she had found only a few others. The League said that only twenty or so people lived in Vaniville Town afterwards. More for Aquacorde, but not nearly as many as she was sure there should have been.

She wasn't alone. She wasn't alone. She wasn't alone.

There was Blanche, she knew. He knew that the world wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He understood that it wasn't supposed to be bloodless and washed out, that it was artificial, that it was practically a dream they couldn't wake up from.

But he'd tried. So she tried too. Harder than she had before.

But the grayscale buildings and ruins did little to convince her.

The whole world was against her. There had to be other like her, weren't there? Blanche believed as much, and while he could be incomprehensible when he was stressed, he wasn't usually wrong. He didn't try to mislead anyone, or did he?

She didn't know what to think. The memories of a childhood that was torn away from her, that struck her down, that called back to her and demanded vengeance and answers and for her blood to run hot-

She took a deep breath and kept walking.

"How interesting," a voice said from all around her, "You're not alone, that's right. Hm… well, your mind may possess some sort of entertainment."

Her eyes widened and a wall of rocks shot up behind her, intercepting the tentacle that had appeared behind her.

Malamar looked down at her with disdain. "Oh. Another like me. How brutish. All of the strength, but none of the technique.

Serena morphed as quickly as she could, cover forming out of the ground as she did, but her helmet only formed in time to protect her head as it struck from behind her.

She rolled through the rubble, looking up at the Malamar as it approached again. Its eyes flashed pink and she forced herself to look away. A headache began pounding inside her skull as her mind was pulled in two directions. She ran back up the trail to Aquacorde.

"That's the Anomaly!" Aveline declared as connection was established.

"Send reinforcements," Serena said, "The Anomaly is Psychic-type."

A Psybeam cut her down, blasting her down the street.

"If you run, the game isn't fun," Malamar said. "You humans complain about instant gratification because you're too weak to take what you want. You hold up your weakness as a virtue and disavow those that obtain the objects of their desires. It's pathetic, really. I much prefer the opposite."

Pillars of earth shot towards it, but its form shimmered as they passed through.

When you couldn't see your enemy, that meant they were where you couldn't see. Malamar was either above or behind her, as she immediately processed.

Serena dropped to the ground, willing a shield to form behind her and block the attack that was sure to follow. The tentacle cut through the wall as if it were nothing and she jumped away before being crushed by her own power.

The attack had come from in front of her.

"What wonders does this mind have to offer?" Malamar asked itself.


Serena woke up in a forest.

"Hey, are you alright? That was a pretty bad tumble, Serena," someone called.

She… recognized that voice, didn't she?

She looked up the rocky outcropping she… she had tripped over, and saw someone leaning over.

His hair was black and straight, his eyes as gray as hers, and his red hat was distinctive as ever.

"I'm fine, Calem, thank you," she said, smoothing a fold in her skirt as she stood up.

He continued crouching on the rock and smiled at her, staying at the same eye level.

"Naturally. Takes something a lot stronger than that to keep you down, doesn't it?" he asked.

Blood rushed to her cheeks and she looked away.

"Of course. I must have misplaced my foot," she huffed.

Calem laughed again. "Ah, what else? I tell you and tell you to buy hiking shoes, but-"

"I won't need them on the contest circuit," she said, beginning to continue down the trail.

She heard Calem hopping down behind her. "But you'll need to catch some Pokémon, won't you?"

"We've had this discussion before," she said, flustered but annoyed.

"And it's very boring!" a voice boomed from the forest around her. "Where's the- Oh, yes, there it is."

Serena whipped around. Who was that speaking? Where were they?

On one turn, Calem was standing there with an easy-going smile on his face.

On the next turn, he was on the ground.

A dull groan echoed through her eardrum, accompanied by a thundering hiss traveling through the air.

She looked down at him and-


Serena woke up in a forest. The foliage had long since been beaten away from the trail, only springing up in the undergrowth. The tree canopy was thick, but not as thick as Santalune Forest.

The scenery melted away and the light beyond the trees blurred blurred.

She found herself sitting on Rhyhorn, bouncing along as they walked down the pavement. She was younger then, much smaller than she remembered.

Calem was leaning against her back, the telltale sign being that he seemed to be fast asleep.

"Oh, they're just so cute," her mom sighed, snapping a few pictures with an old camera. Dad stood next to her, laughing along as they padded down the trail.

Calem's parents were there too, his mom gossiping with her's whenever they got the chance.

There was a parade in Aquacorde that day, wasn't there? It was clear in her mind. That was the day…

They were too young then, not even close to owning their own Pokémon. They didn't know anything of the future, beyond vague dreams and promises.

What were those promises?

Calem muttered something in his sleep. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna be the… Very…" he murmured, trailing off and starting to snore lightly.

His head knocked against hers and the impact multiplied, sending her tumbling across the-

Pavement molded into a forest path before her eyes. She rolled and stopped on the ground with a groan.

She stood up groggily before her senses sharpened painfully.

Calem was laying there, arms outstretched. Smoke was rising from his back.

Serena began to scream, but as the air traveled up her throat, so did bile. With a start, she threw herself out of her slumber, and-


Serena woke up in a forest.

The bark was rough on the tree branch. Even so, it was sturdy enough to support their combined weight. Calem didn't seem to have a problem sitting on it so she didn't complain. They were younger then.

He pointed a finger to an unseeable point on the horizon. "I think I'm gonna go there one day."

She leaned over, trying to find the hole in the canopy he was looking through.

"Where is that?" she asked.

"Dunno. Vaniville is nice, but it's too small for me." He looked at the back of his palm, holding it up to the sun. "I'm thinking I'll start with the whole world, and then figure it out from there."

"I thought you wanted to be a Pokémon Master," Serena said.

"Well, duh, but how can I be a master if I don't know what I'm the master of?" Calem asked.

"Did you lose your Pokédex? The regional Pokédex in Kalos begins with Chespin, then Quilladin, then Chesnaught, and-" she was cut off from her recital of every Pokémon in Kalos.

"No, no, no! I mean," Calem palmed his face, "I've got to master the world before I can master something smaller. I've got to go everywhere, save damsels in distress, fight off the bad guys," Calem said.

"What does that have to do with it?" Serena asked.

"Well, that's what it means to be a hero, right? I'll be a Knight Errant, like the old legends of DRAGON or the Aura Guardian!" Calem said.

"But… why do you have to be a hero?"

"Well, I don't know about being a professional hero," he said, embarrassed. "But if I act like one, then all the strong Pokémon will want to team up with me and then we'll be the best, like, ever! That's just how that works. When you're grown up like me, you'll understand," he said, nodding seriously.

"I'm older than you," she reminded him.

"Details, deta-" Calem wavered a bit, wildly waving his arms before he tumbled from the branch. "Woah!"

He'd fallen many times before, Serena remembered. It was practically a comedy routine.

She looked down at him and it was as if she'd fallen as well.

A gouge had been cut across the trail perpendicularly, digging deep and disintegrating whatever stood in its path.

Calem's jacket crumbled as it slowly turned black, and from there, began turning red.

She stumbled back over the ledge, and saw the stone outcropping as she fell, infinitely stretching on into a pit where she saw no bottom.


Serena woke up in a forest.

The earth was packed beneath her. It was a trail they'd walked many times before. She could feel the scuffs on the soles of her shoes, in an odd way.

The dirt morphed into a patterned brick pavement, and the sound of talk and chatter filled her ears.

She looked up and recognized the strung-up flags that tied Aquacorde together.

She was at an outdoor table, a cup of coffee in front of her.

A girl was tugging on the ears of Calem, yelling something incoherent. Was… was she okay with that? Was she supposed to not be okay with that?

He laughed it off, waving his hands in surrender before she backed off and sat back down.

Another boy at the table sighed, his head barely coming up above the edge. A much larger boy next to him kept up the easy-going smile, relieved that he'd gotten through to the girl.

These were her friends, weren't they?

She stared at the coffee cup and mechanically lifted it to her lips.

It tasted of pepper. Coincidentally, a bottle of pepper flakes was open and half-empty at the center of the table.

She put it back down, pleased at the taste. It wasn't something she shared very often, and it was seldom mentioned by the others.

Calem had said something about the homework being too easy and that Shauna was being an airhead by complaining about it. He'd said it in jest and different terms, but Shauna, as always, was Shauna.

Serena felt oddly distant from the conversation, even though she'd spoken and been spoken to. It seemed like the world was flowing around her like the river between Aquacorde and Santalune Forest.

It felt right, but it felt all sorts of wrong.

She stared into her coffee, trying to snap out of the odd feeling. They only had a few years before their journeys, she had to appreciate them while they were there.

As she looked up, she felt taller. Tierno was more muscular. Trevor was less hunched. Shauna was… admittedly, pretty much the same, but wearing platform shoes.

Calem wasn't there.

There were three additional chairs at the table. Rosa sat in one, seeming like a distant cousin visiting from out of town. Ariel seemed like a misguided tourist. Blanche was…

When she looked at his eyes, she saw the red of Calem's back, and his visage blurred over Blanche's body. The others carried on chatting as he sat slumped in his chair, unmoving and unblinking.

Her vision darkened as she violently threw herself away from the table.


Serena woke up in a forest.

The hill was larger than most of the others, and there was only one trail towards and away from it. The canopy shielded them from the sun when it was higher, but not around dawn or dusk.

"I'm thinking that I'm gonna change the world," Calem said, staring somewhere far off on the horizon. "Can you make me a promise?"

She looked up at the tallest tree they'd ever found, and briefly tried to count the branches.

"That's a pretty big promise," she said. Everyone their age knew that promises mattered more the larger the tree they were made under was.

"Please?" he asked, giving the weakest puppy-dog eyes she'd ever seen.

Unfortunately, they worked.

They locked hands and Calem looked dead into her eyes.

"If I can't ever make it all the way, can you kick me really hard?"

"Alright," she said, without missing a beat.

"Oh. Well, if that doesn't work, can you be the Very Best, even if I can't? You know, be a hero, become Champion, all that stuff?"

She nodded. "I don't see why not."

They shook on it, solidifying the promise.

The weight disappeared from in front of her, and she found herself on the shielded edge of a rock face. She poked her head above the side, wondering where he'd gone.

Calem looked dead into her eyes again.


Serena woke up in a forest.

She was walking, but then she stopped. The rhythm broken, she looked towards the disturbance.

Something was flying through the air, far away and emanating red. Its screech rattled her eardrums, and a dull thrumming began pounding towards them.

"Serena, move!" he shouted.

Those were the last words she heard from him. His last breath was given to protect her.

She felt hands at her back, pushing her over a rock, a natural cover in the trail.

A minute later, when the terrible sound had passed and the ground had stopped shaking, she weakly pushed herself to her feet.

"Calem?" she called, rubbing her eyes with the clean part of her wrist.

There was no reply. The screeching continued, but something fought back against it, sending out waves of calmness. It was distant enough that she barely registered it.

"Calem, are you alright?" she asked, pacing back up the trail and looking around.

Her foot his something that was impossibly cold for the middle of summer.

An icy gust that burned like fire blew up at her in the wind, smelling vaguely metallic.

"Calem?" she said, falling to her knees.

His head was turned to the side, eyes shut tight but not moving at all.

She shook him, ignoring the cold biting at her fingers.

He didn't respond.

It took all that she had to look again from the sheer destruction dealt to his back and the ground she'd been standing on not a minute before.

"Calem? Calem!" she said, shaking him faster as her eyes widened. "Calem! Calem! CALEM!"

Screeching continued in the distance and a heavy slam shook the landscape.

The ground began shaking beneath her.


Serena woke up in a forest.

The world was silent. There was no Legendary in the sky, nor was there a Legendary on the ground. The sound of the forests slowly began to return, but it paid no mind to her.

She was alone.

The ground shook as if under a giant's march.

"Hm. Boring. I've seen it before," a voice said from around her. "The scenery was all the same, it's really quite-"

A pillar of earth rocketed from the ground, followed by another, then another, and then as many as she could muster as tears streamed down her face.

She found herself in an empty void, watching as one of the pillars struck Malamar's body.

It pushed the rocks aside and they crumbled into nothing. It looked at her with disdain and said, "Is that how you wish to do things?"

She willed all the earth around her to slam into it, each and every one of her muscles quaking.

They all dissolved into dust, whisked away into an empty space where she could feel nothing.

It grinned suddenly, and its face was covered in shadows. "In that case, I shall oblige you."


He was the first to arrive, though he knew that the others weren't far behind. Quilladin wrapped himself around his back as Silvally bounded through Santalune Forest. Twigs snapped and crunched under clawed feet as the world became a blur.

There was something floating above the ruins that he supposed were Aquacorde. A giant, squid-like Pokémon with two tendrils and a sneering head.

There was a human shape inside of its torso, floating in what looked like cloudy water.

The bridge shattered under Silvally's footsteps as it screeched and shot forward.

Blanche closed his eyes and listened to the world around him. The sound of the wind whistling around him slowed. It was flowing opposite them, back towards the city. The vibrations from Silvally's sprinting ran up his body and jolted his limbs. Quilladin's vines tightened and loosened with each bound.

Blanche's eyes snapped open and he rose, balancing on Silvally's back with one hand on the collar.

"Geraniums inside the Anomaly," he said to the communicator. "I'm going to try and cut her out."

"Proceed with caution. Its AIAM fields are reading as weak, but it overpowered her. Expect difficulties," Aveline said.

"Right." Blanche leapt from Silvally's back and called, "STRIKE!"

At the peak of his ascent, a white glow enveloped his arm, and he threw it before it cooled.

The thrusters began burning moments later, swinging around and curving towards the Anomaly.

Blanche landed in a half-roll, his suit absorbing most of the shock.

Silvally made contact and scratched horizontally, throwing Malamar back as the STRIKE whirled around it, still computing where to strike.

Malamar swatted it away with a tentacle and it returned to his arm. The sneer on its face became clear.

"Now, really, three on one? That isn't how you play the game," it said, before its smirk twisted. "Though I always like a challenge."

A Psybeam struck Silvally and rolled over him before he could run out of the way. Smoke rose from his feathers, but there was little else.

"Quilladin, I need a distraction."

Though digitized, the order carried through well enough. Quilladin detached himself from Blanche's back and rolled away, picking up rocks and debris as he went.

Blanche scanned the environment for something sharp. Anything sturdy and even a little bit sharp would work, as long as it wasn't iron.

Malamar was a Dark and Psychic-type. Fighting-type attacks wouldn't cut through it and Bug-type attacks were weak in general.

He was working on an old idea, something vague he'd heard. Fairies didn't work well with iron in most myths, and as long as he could channel the Infinity Energy properly…

He lifted a stick still covered with bark and flexed it experimentally. As it held, he said, "Bug."

Hair stood on end all over his body and a tingle ran down his spine.

It was a two-part patchwork plan, but it would have to work.

"Get back!" he yelled.

Silvally looked at him quizzically before jumping away, and Quilladin's Rollout swiveled towards the outskirts of town.

He ran towards Malamar, raising the stick over his head as he inhaled.

"Infestation!" he called. Energy pulsed into the stick as he threw it at Malamar.

It, of course, grabbed the stick before it even touched the main body, and snapped it in two like a much smaller twig.

There was a brief moment of silence before the sound of buzzing filled the air.

From the forest around them, a swarm of Bug-types arose. They were small and weak, yes, and Blanche couldn't even name the species, but there were many.

They swarmed towards Malamar, and it made a disgusted sound as it waved away at them.

Blanche picked up another stick. "Fairy," he said. "Hone it and make it sharp."

A wisp of warm energy ran over it, almost vibrating the bark right off.

He ran towards Malamar again, diving through the swarm of bugs, and made contact with its body.

Blanche slashed away at Malamar's torso, enduring through the muck that poured out of the outer layer. It reminded him more of a jellyfish than a squid at that point.

He grasped at Serena's hand as it emerged floating through. He pulled hard, the Fighting-type drive clicking into place as he kicked Malamar's body away.

Serena fell out, unmoving, but his foot stuck to Malamar like glue, sinking into its body.
Malamar smirked at him, and even through the swarm of bugs, Blanche felt that he'd still been outplayed.

Something inside of its body wrapped around his leg and pulled him in.


"We've lost contact with Amaranth. Geranium's suit is functioning, but she's showing low brain activity," Aveline said. "Rhododendron, I thought Amaranth couldn't be affected by Psychic-types!"

Salem was panicking, and not because of the pure evil she felt emanating form the Anomaly.

"My powers don't work like that! I only tried the one time, but I didn't see anything cool in his head so I didn't think it worked- He's not immune to Psychic-types- It's got nothing to do with aura, because he's still got a brain!"

Gin kicked at the Anomaly, as it struck at him. He went in close, practically immune to its special attacks while agile enough to avoid or parry its physical ones.

The ground was smoking from where Ariel called down the heat of a few thousand stars. She'd only done it once, because she hadn't seen there was someone inside the Anomaly yet.

Ash deflected a Psybeam with Doublade's flat edge, sliding in closer before throwing it as if it were a caught item.

"We've got to get him out of there!"


He woke up in an attic. The roof was spotty in a few places. The holes gave way to tiny flecks of dust and snow. Somewhere far in the distance, a train rattled against the tracks.

His body was burning again.


Scars that had been closed for months tore themselves open as Blanche spasmed within the Anomaly's body.


He pushed himself up faster than he'd ever done before.

Had he done it before? Had he gone through these motions?

"My name… what's my name?" he asked in the stale air.

And he remembered.

"Calem?" He palmed his forehead and felt his hand skip across the skin slick with blood.

He was… in a forest, that was right. There was a cry. Someone crying over him? A screech from far above in the sky?

Where was he now? This wasn't his house. His parents… where were they? Good trainers helped people, so they had gone to do so, hadn't they?

"Why… why do I remember?"

His hair fell into his face, black and straight. They swung over his eyes, and in an instant, he was somewhere else.

A forest. Calem was in a forest.

There was someone else there with him. She was familiar. It was a familiarity born of the time spent with her. Every waking hour, every sleepless night, every challenge they faced. He remembered all of them.

Serena cried. Why was she crying?

Calem was on the ground. Why was he on the ground?

His hand was dry when he pulled it away from his face. It limply fell to his chest.

It was wet. Why was the ground smoking around him?

What was that red Flying-type called? He'd never seen it before. No, that wasn't it. He'd seen it in a fairy tale, one of the many he'd taken seriously. There was so much of the world he hadn't seen, so why would he disregard a possibility?

His hand came away red as he tried lifting it again.

Serena grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

Is this what death feels like?

It wasn't fair. He had so much left to prove. What had he done with his life? Push someone out of harm's way and kill himself doing it?

"Why… why am I doing this again?"


He woke up in an attic. The floor was grainy, made of concrete but covered in sawdust and loose grains. A Joltik web was empty and similarly abandoned in the corner.

He pushed himself to his feet again.

He was in a city. He was smaller. His body was weaker but unblemished. The weight distribution threw him off.

A beam scraped across the earth like a scalpel, white-hot and carving towards him.

A boy stood across from him. His son? Trevor. How could he forget his own child?

He had nearly forgotten his own duty.

He pushed Trevor away from the beam as it came closer.

The boy's eyes were blank as if he'd already forgotten.

He would still make the sacrifice. That was what one did for a loved one.

His retinas burned like a thousand suns before cooling into a cold nothingness.


He woke up in an attic. The boarded-up window cast small rays of light into the room, illuminating the particles that fell through it. Even the boards themselves were decaying.

He stood up as quickly as his torn body would allow.

He was in a home. The brick, the tiling, the stucco; it was all familiar. This was his home. His and his wife's.

Grace stood at the window and covered her mouth in shock.

He was nary a single step away, and put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

That woman was him in the street, wasn't it? That was him who had just been vaporized in defense of another.

He turned and shielded his wife with his body as the beam swept towards them.


He woke up in an attic. The door hinges squeaked near silently, blowing in a non-existent wind. The paneling itself was wood, but the paint had long chipped off to a degree that he couldn't determine the original color.

He stumbled upwards again.

He was on the ground. Someone else was close to him as well. A third stood above them, staring somewhere in the horizon and stock-still.

He'd met the boy before, hadn't he?

Tierno stumbled and began running for the forest.

A smile came to his lips before his eyes forced themselves shut.


He woke up in an attic. A pole stuck partially through the floor, a water pipe in the past, but busted open and dry in the present. A puddle of condensation surrounded the cool metal.

He got up once more.

He was standing in a fountain flowing with red. The stone tiles of Aquacorde surrounded him.

There was a girl next to him, bleeding heavily from her ribs.

He splashed more cool water on her, hoping to wash away the fetid scent, before he applied another bandage.

Who was he? Why was he there?

Why were so many people laying still and doing nothing? Why weren't they helping?

A Pokémon walked over to him. Four-legged and with a rocky exterior. A woman laid on its back, covered in debris.

He stared at it for a moment, before dragging himself over to the Rhyhorn.

He wouldn't make it much longer, but he could make it long enough to make sure the others did.

Who was he?


He woke up in an attic. The blanket on his skin was itchy and woolen. Infested with microscopic bugs, most likely. The faded brown was overlaid with red as it soaked him in.

He threw it to the side and stood up.

Modern buildings were blasted out by something, as if spheres had been carved away. A logo of some kind stretched across the concrete. A sign was split in two, saying something of Pokémon Tech.

Something was floating there. Light swirled in from around it, not pure but yellow, tainted by the sun. Rivers poured into it as it grew bigger.

A man was approaching it, his lab coat billowing behind him with each step.

He should warn him, shouldn't he?

But he couldn't. Orange scraps of cloth covered the ground, mixed with red. There were people. There were colors of all kinds.

He saw another one of his friends. It was Lysandre, wasn't it? He had always promised a better world.

What kind of beauty was this?

The glowing, formless light took a shape. It became almost humanoid, copying the shape of the man that approached it.

Something exploded out of his side, torn away by a wing of light. The bone was short but pointed, one of many in the chest.

The light became different, settling on the shape of a girl.

If the world had gone beautiful, why was all of that beauty going away?


He woke up in an attic. The floor was carpeted and soft. His bed was plush and covered with blankets. Curtains hung over the window and let in the calm twilight.

A crowned demon hung above him in the air, smiling with an endless mouth and two beady red eyes.

He screamed.

And he Saw everything.

Every person that had once existed but no longer did. Every Pokémon that became nothing more than a ghost in the shell of the Universe. Every single thing that no longer was and became simply a missing number.

It was him. It was a small part of him. Each and every person that had been lost when the Heavens Shattered. There was a sliver in the furthest reaches of his mind, and that sliver was made of them.

That was what they had lost.

And that's who he was.

The avatar of those that could no longer reach out for their own futures, given in exchange for the futures of others.

His name was Blanche.

And he Remembered.


He woke up in an attic.

He knew nothing of himself.

Something was laughing at him, at his fractured memories.

The attic was pitch black before a spotlight illuminated the dark room.

Blanche found himself sitting in a chair, illuminated by a light without a source, and staring into the darkness.

He folded inwards, clutching his stomach. He would wretch, but his body was permeable, not nearly able to do such a thing.

The Anomaly kept laughing at him.

"You're really something, aren't you? I suppose that is why They keep humans around. Your minds are far too entertaining to snuff out. What is this life? Another world? A dream? Who is to tell?"

It paused, almost thoughtfully.

"Of course, this could not be a dream. My majesty is simply too large to be contained by a weak mind such as yours. Built of inconsistencies like a ramshackle hut, constructed in a scrap heap of worthless trash. You don't even remember your own name. It's pathetic, really."

"You're almost charismatic, for a bastard inside my head," Blanche hissed, clutching his head.

"Again, your mind is too weak. Entering it would be a game for an Inkay; hardly a challenge for myself. You're weak. Weak, weak, weak."

The Anomaly tutted at him, the sound omnidirectional.

"This is simply too much fun. I think I'll keep you here for a while longer. Breaking you and being done with it would be a bore. I think I'll make my own game of it."

The floor beneath his feet dropped away, but he didn't fall. It was the shining darkness of the stars, millions of light years away in space. In front of him was the Earth, spinning idly.

"A piecemeal mind and a tell tale heart. Your only worth is in how you die for others. All you have inside yourself is the memories of the fallen and the weak. Those that could not survive this world of strength and deserved their end."

Tendrils enveloped the Earth, wrapping around it as a Malamar rose behind it, easily twice its size.

Its miles-wide eyes turned on him and it sneered.

"Look at the scale of the world. You are a speck among specks. You could never have hoped to defeat me, and yet you tried because you were worth nothing otherwise."

The Malamar appeared in front of the Earth, much closer to him. Its eyes were larger than he could comprehend, yet he still had the itching feeling that they were staring directly at him.

"What do you say to that?"

Blanche took a deep, raggedy breath.

"You're right."


Shauna arrived as Gin was thrown into a freestanding wall and Ash's defensive efforts doubled as he stood in front of Salem and Serena, the latter of which covered by a dome with Protect.

Two pillars of fire intersected and slammed into the Anomaly, pushing it backwards as it continued to levitate.

Ariel took cover again as a Psybeam swept across the barrier, forcing her behind another patch of suburban remains.

Malamar screeched, arching backwards and showing its gelatinous stomach. Half-embedded in its inner tissue was a suit of pink and red. The paint on the spandex was melting away, showing the grayish base coats beneath.

She immediately felt the surrounding air for an electrical current, focusing more that she did by default. The Aquacorde electrical grid had long since been shut down, but there had to have been some ground wires that remained, even if they weren't connected to anything.

There, she saw it. Beneath the ground, barely there, underneath the ruins of the old Pokémart. A weak wire.

"Rhododendron, I need you to dig somewhere!" she said, running over to Salem and Serena. She clicked a button on the side of her helmet, and in an instant the visor in front of her eyes slid away.

Salem and Meowstic made eye contact with her for a split second before nodding. They ran towards the overgrown rubble as Shauna took up a defensive stance.

She looked closer at the Anomaly. All of their suits primarily ran on Infinity Energy and they couldn't convert to electricity fast enough for use. Except for maybe Blanche, but he was out of the fight until they got him out of Malamar's body.

As she unclipped her bolter, Ash strafed in front of her and deflected a Psybeam into the sky on the edge of his Doublade. He was running ragged, and the ribbons on his Pokémon were sagging.

"Agapanthus, can't you cut him out of there?" she asked.

"The Anomaly is casting an illusion over its torso," Ash said, breathing heavily, "He's not moving at all, and I can't sense him."

"You… you don't think-"

"I do not believe he would die like this, no," Ash said. "I do specialize in the Poison-type, so I may be particularly susceptible."

"He's moving!" Gin called, trying to tie up a tentacle between two light poles while shooting at them, "Give me one of your swords, I can see him!"

"It doesn't work like that," Ash said.

"Then what the heck are we doing?" she snapped. "Serena's already out, what happened?"

Ash slashed against Malamar's tendril as it cracked at them like a whip,

"I believe it got to her first," he said warily.

"Wire's up!" Salem called, levitating a weakly sparking cable behind her and Meowstic.

Shauna focused on the field pouring out of the wire, and on the shape she wanted it to form. An invisible one-sided cylinder formed over her shoulder, pointed straight at the Malamar.

"The strategy is to hit it with everything we've got!" she yelled, flicking a coin into the tube.

With the dull roar of thunder, gelatin-like mass exploded out of Malamar's other side from the equivalent of its shoulder area and sent it spiraling.


An invisible clock ticked overhead as Malamar writhed and raged.

Blanche leaned back against the wooden back and soaked in the sourceless spotlight. He crossed one leg over his knee and smirked.

"You're right. I'm a speck. I'm nothing but a speck that can't do anything but die. But you're not God. You can keep me here as long as you like," he said to the overbearing Anomaly. "It just gives them more time out there to beat you. It doesn't matter what you do to me, because you're not going to see the results. That's what it's about for you, isn't it? The results? The entertainment? Tell me that I'm wrong!"

Blanche stood up as the Anomaly tried to fold the space around him, to suffocate him.

"I know I'm screwed up, I know that I'm not who I think I am, I know that there's something deep inside my heart that isn't mine."

Malamar's form flew back on the end of his fist, writhing away from his punch.

"But so what?" he snarled, walking forwards through space. "I don't need to believe in myself to accept that. I've never been able to. I don't need to! Do you hear that? Are you not entertained?" His voice echoed through the vacuum of space and doubled back on his eardrums.

Malamar's eyes gleamed pink as a wave of psychic energy rippled towards him.

Something on his arm clicked, even though in the dream, it was bare and unmarred. The Psychic-type attack fizzled out as it made contact with him.

The illusion of space rippled and the Malamar shrank, writhing in pain.

"What I think of myself, it doesn't mean anything when I'm flat-out wrong. The whole world has told me I'm wrong, time and time again. I haven't died yet, and because the others haven't let me. This life is all or nothing, but I haven't lost yet. They haven't let me. They won't let me. I mean something to these people, these Pokémon, even if my value is only in how I suffer for them. There's something at the end of the tunnel, and I'm only going to get there by dying and living for them."

Energy started pouring out of his arms, though he could see nothing of the result. He got the distinct impression that he was covered in oil, and that it was burning away around him.

Malamar struck at him with its tentacles, but in the mindscape, they were deflected without a thought by the real Dark-type energy running through his suit.

A small part of him said that it made no sense. Was he still dreaming? Was this in his or Malamar's head?

Another part of his ignored that and rallied his entire being into his voice.

His voice was the voice that echoed across an empty universe, and the voice that would scream 'I' at the heart of the world.

"If my life is really worth as little as you say it is, then I'm gonna break that illusion apart!" he declared, pointing a thumb at his chest.


"Blanche is heating up!" Ariel said. "Keep going!"

Slowly but surely, a murkish light was building up inside of Malamar, surrounding Blanche and spiking outwards, distracting Malamar further.

They could all hear Gin's smirk through the comm-line. "Heh. Alright, Rue, Aga, let's kick some ass!"

"Couldn't agree more," Shauna said, levitating Pokédollar coins in a circle, before they shot off and struck the extremities of Malamar's body.

Ash kneeled for a moment, before bursting forward with a light step, slashing into Malamar's side and rebounding off of a free-standing wall into its back.

Malamar's focus shifted as it screeched, turning its head to throw Ash off its back.

Gin leapt onto its front and yanked the ridge that could be called its collar. He brought Malamar down low, sliding down and kicking off before its tentacles could grab him.

"Do you ever feel like we fight tentacle Pokémon way too often?" he asked, panting. "I thought that sort of thing was more common in Kanto."

"Shut up, Ulex!" Shauna yelled, blasting another scattershot of scrap metal at Malamar.

Ash jumped off of Malamar's neck before it was struck.

"I don't recall such a thing occurring, however-"

"Both of you, shut up and stop being stupid!" Electromagnetic fields crumpled what spare change was left in her hand. She lifted the slipshod orb and said, "Let's finish this!"


There was a light approaching in front of him, no matter where he looked. It reaffirmed what his heart had been crying all along.

"All I need to do, all I've ever needed to do, is believe in the people…"


The orb of metal melted and deformed in the air in front of her, becoming more conic as it began spinning.

A spiral of fire surrounded it, burning the metal white-hot as alternated with the electrical current. A Protect formed at its back, protecting them from the backdraft while providing it a flat end. Tiny bits of metal, toxic ones if they had been consumed, were sucked into it like gravity.

"Heaven Piercing…"

For you, Rosa, she thought. And for Serena. And for Blanche. For everyone.

It was as if her and Gin were in sync. As she released the tension of the field and forced it towards Malamar, Gin appeared behind it. With a wild kick, he blasted it forwards in a plume of murky dust that made the flames burn brighter than before.

"FUSION BURST!"


"...That believe in ME!"


Blanche was awoken from the vision of sheer white by the much stronger impression that he was covered in oil. He held a hand in front of his face, and some gunk splattered onto his visor.

"Huh," he said. A second later, he became aware that he was being dragged. "Hey, can you cut that out?"

He was then dropped to the ground, and while he'd been hurt much worse before, it knocked his brain around for a moment.

"He's up!" someone yelled. Probably Gin, just telling from tone.

He was pulled into a sitting position and it took him a moment to register the colors.

"Who are you people?" he asked flatly.

Someone kicked his leg. "Dude, not funny. We were worried."

"I'm tired, let me have my low-effort jokes." He wiped his face, showing how tired he really was as he smeared more Malamar across his visor. "Oh. Ick. Ew… Is this what touching a jelly- Jellicent feels like?"

"I can make someone try and then I'll tell you!" someone else said, probably Salem.

He slumped over his legs, staring at the ground. "Never mind. Is Serena alright?"

There was an awkward silence.

"No, she's… she's still out. The boss lady is sending out a medical team now," Gin said.

"She was already incapacited upon our arrival," Ash said.

"That sounds about right." Blanche smacked his lips and found they were incredibly dry. All things considered, that was almost certainly a good thing. "Who captured the Malamar?"

"Ulex was able to capture the Anomaly after my systems were cleared of interference," LADY buzzed. "I was able to reconnect after its defeat."

"I did," Gin confirmed. "Closest to it after we dragged you out."

"Alright, so… we're good? No fighting right now?" Blanche asked, his vision becoming spotty as he tried to stay awake.

"I can't feel any other Psychic-types nearby," Salem confirmed.

"Good," Blanche said, before his head lolled to the side and he felt much heavier. "I think I need a nap…"

"Stop passing out after every battle!" Shauna suddenly yelled, shaking him by the wires on his suit with a surprising vigor.

"Give me a good reason to stay awake," he muttered. "I've got a headache, so maybe I could-"

"I'm not giving you a kiss to encourage you!"

Gin, Ash, Salem, and probably Ariel turned to look at her. Blanche laughed. His back hit the ground as the memories swirled through his head.

He still didn't remember his name, but he knew where he came from. He was a person, he did exist, he was human. He had a silver of MissingNo inside of him, and MissingNo was everyone who'd been lost.

MissingNo wasn't just a hive consciousness, though. They hadn't been just a dream. They had manipulated the real world before, when they'd created Blanche's body after years of effort, when they tried to make everyone forget, when they'd been able to change the world when energy was in the air.

Wait.

His headache suddenly got a whole lot worse as a spike of awareness shot through him.

MissingNo had created his body with scattered energy. MissingNo had boosted the Infinity Energy he interacted with, turning it into something else and controlling it.

If MissingNo could create a person with a little bit of energy… what could it do with a whole lot more?

Blanche's hand pressed into the Infinity Battery gently whirring on his chest.

"Holy shit."

Lysandre's face appeared in his mind. What was it that he had said when the false Zygarde attacked?

"Bring them all back," he whispered, before a wicked grin crossed his face.


Somewhere much further away, there was no battling. There was no violence. There was nothing but a boring click.

Colress clicked his pen once more, smiling across the interrogation table at Looker.

"I don't recommend keeping me here. My contributions to science are many, and you have little cause other than a crackpot theory. More people will be calling for my release than my imprisonment."

Looker's brow furrowed but his face stayed even. A plastic wrapper crinkled in his fingers. "That's likely true. Unfortunately for you, that isn't how justice works. There is evidence, and you will be questioned by the UR Council. If they find you innocent, no harm, no foul. I don't particularly care. Hunting you down was more of the kid's pet project than mine," Looker said, biting the stick of a lollipop.

"Sugar rots your teeth," Colress said light-heartedly.

"The wife tells me I should quit," Looker said, closing his eyes. "You'll be kept here until the Unovan authorities can take you."

"Oh, I wouldn't recommend that either. I know all sorts of people, after all," Colress said. "Rare Candy production is rather lucrative, especially when they're paid for in favors rather than Pokédollars."

"Then those that come to your defense will be exposed," Looker said.

"Not quite. "All sorts of people" extends far out of this region. Remnants of Team Plasma exist everywhere," Colress said. "Including a certain city in cowardly Kalos, concealed by the covers of their castled city."

"I'm not impressed by that or the alliteration. You have gang members on your payroll. Similarly, as you might guess, to many others. That's generally how gang leaders play this," Looker said. "Lumiose-3 can defend itself well."

"You're not looking close enough," Colress said. "History doesn't repeat, but it does rhyme. Do you know what day it is?"

Looker didn't bother with making a show or checking his watch. Colress didn't wait for an answer, and just smirked.

"August 1st. How much longer until the fourth anniversary passes? More importantly… Do you have eyes that can see aura? Because I have hired some, and they tell me that the Earth's aura is swelling like the tide in Castelia City." Colress leaned forward, still smiling. "What do you predict will occur at the heart of the world when that tide reaches its peak?"


The air grew thicker in Lumiose-3 as another midsummer night approached.


AN:

Alright, we're in the endgame now. Shit's about to go down, down, in an earlier round; in Lumiose-3. Four chapters left.

And hey, it's like that thing in Evangelion where Shinji gets Fanta-therapy, except a lot worse. As I write more and more of this story, the more I see how the main characters foil one another. I'll call that a fluke of pantstering half of the stuff outside of my outline. Serena's memories are a burden to her, and she'd much rather be rid of them, but Blanche wants his memories, no matter how painful they are. Maybe I'm not as much of a hack as I thought. Blanche, for all intents of purposes, should be broken because of his memories being thrown in his face like that, but instead it inspires him, because it gives him something to hold onto. Serena has no other choice than to hold onto painful memories, and having them thrown back at her violently like that does not do good things for her psyche. That's next chapter though.

If you haven't seen the Evangelion hospital scene, you totally should look it up(not at all lying through my teeth here), because it's like, totally necessary and stuff. You won't regret it whatsoever. In fact, it's so good that I won't be including a parallel scene to it, because I wouldn't be able to do it justice.

No, I'm not trying to scar my audience, why would you even ask that?

Anyway, I'll be back next week as usual. Laters.
 
Chapter Twenty Four: Serena III

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
The two of them were in FLARE's medical wing, thought to be resting and left alone. They were instead having a conversation.

Serena's grip around his throat tightened.

"I didn't want to remember," she snarled. "How can you go around acting like it's okay when it's not? Did you see what happened to them? My family, their family, our other friends, Calem- They're all gone!"

The bedsheets she'd been tucked into were torn from the frame. The chair he'd been sitting laid sideways. The food he'd tried to give to her was scattered across the floor.

"They're… not… gone… forever," Blanche struggled out, trying to pry her fingers off of his neck. "Let me go… Serena."

Her grip loosened as he said her name before it tightened again. Blanche's windpipe bent further.

"Your voice… You have no right to it! It's not yours! It's his, it's his, and he's gone!" she spat. "If you remember, why aren't you grieving?"

"I already… said," Blanche said, clawing at his neck. "We'll see them… again… someday… somehow!" He gasped for breath. "When you see them, when you look back… you'll remember this, too."

After a moment she released him, stepping back silently.

Blanche doubled over, clutched at his chest for breath. He looked up.

Serena held an arm over her eyes, but he caught the redness in them as tears began leaking from their corners.

"It's not fair," she said, her voice cracking despite the attempt to keep it even. "Why doesn't it hurt you like it hurts me? Why? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing," Blanche said, rubbing his neck. He coughed. "No one deserves pain like that. But would you rather have forgotten them entirely?"

"Yes. A thousand times yes!" Serena cried. "I don't want… I don't want to know that they're gone- I can't miss what I forget!"

"I guess that's what makes us different," Blanche whispered before his voice began rising. "Because I had to accept that everything I used to be was gone. Everyone I had, everything I had. I've already accepted it. You haven't. You just ignored them, ignored everything they did, because it was too painful, too difficult for you!"

"Then I'm not too different from you, am I?" Serena snapped, wiping her face. "That's what you do; I've seen it! You're a hypocrite."

"Then I'm just as much of a hypocrite as you," Blanche said. "I know what I am now, even if I don't know exactly who. I know what's out there. I know that if we try hard enough, we can see them all again."

"Says who?"

Blanche shrugged. "I don't know yet, but-"

Serena pushed past him, looking away. "I'm leaving."

"I think the doctors still need to check for mental contamination," he said.

"My head is fine. I can think so clearly it hurts. I'm leaving. No, I'm leaving the city, too. This place is like Vaniville now. I won't be able to forget if I stay here," she said.

"How can you try to forget?" he asked sharply. "Do you care about their memory or not? If they died for you, then you better remember that for the rest of your life!"

"If they died for me, then they wouldn't want me to suffer every day for the rest of my life!" Her back was still turned to him, the door still closed in front of her. She struck the paneling with her palm. "I can't live like this anymore! Everywhere I look I'll just see him, see you, no matter how much I try not to. I was so close to moving past it, forgetting entirely… but then you came along."

Her head thunked against the door.

"I thought he was back," she said. "I really did. You reminded me so much of him. When you did something impossible, it was as if he was breathing in front of me again. But I remember now. You're alive, and he's dead, but that feeling is never going away." She took a deep breath. "How am I supposed to honor his memory when I'll have to look at you every day I stay here?"

Blanche couldn't give her an answer.

"I'll give the others my last regards by myself. I owe them that much."

The door clicked shut behind her.


Blanche's head hung lower than usual as he entered Lysandre's office. The murals seemed to be laughing at him as he bobbed with each step.

"Do you have information in addition to the briefing?" Lysandre asked, shuffling through paperwork without looking up.

"I think I know how to bring them all back," Blanche said.

Lysandre's hands froze. He slowly put the papers in a neat stack and sequestered them to a corner of his desk. "That is a rather strange way to start a conversation."

"Cut the crap, you know what I'm talking about. I can read a little bit of body language- I'm not stupid," Blanche said. "You want to fix what was broken on Earth when the Heavens Shattered. I want to do the same thing so I don't have to keep fighting for my life. Those two things overlap."

"How so?" Lysandre asked as if he were speaking to a child.

"Something created my body from nothing," Blanche said. "You can call it a ghost, an Anomaly, a Stand, or whatever you like. It follows me around on nights of the full moon. It can manipulate AIAM fields. It registers as a missing number in the battle logs."

"That does explain it," Lysandre said. "Continue."

"With barely any AIAM fields, it can create one person. What could it do when there are a whole lot more?" Blanche asked. "Or if there was just a big enough explosion of Infinity Energy? Hell, if I blew up my Infinity Battery, it would probably make a few more people out of that. Imagine that, Lysandre."

"If this were possible, do you theorize that these people would be like you?" Lysandre asked.

"Probably," Blanche said.

"Then I won't allow further considerations," he said.

Blanche could have heard a pin drop.

"You… you heard me, right? If we just-"

"Anomalies, as a category of life, are unreliable," Lysandre said. "They cannot be reasoned with. They can act in patterns, yes, but their goals and motivations are entirely different from humanity's own."

"I've spoken with it, even if…" Blanche trailed off. MissingNo mentioned its vague purposes and how he was its avatar, but never much else. "It's intelligent."

"And? How do you know it won't give itself a physical form?" Lysandre asked. "How do you know that it won't simply ignore your sacrifice? How do you know that what it wants is the same as what we need?"

"Because it is a we," Blanche said. "MissingNo, this Anomaly, is formed of everyone who died when the Heavens Shattered; I've spoken with the dead themselves, what they want is-"

"How can you be certain?"

"I have slivers of its memories," Blanche answered. "Nothing more than a few seconds and a vague consciousness, but they're there."

"Who can corroborate those memories?" Lysandre asked. "What if it is misdirecting you?"

"Pokémon Tech. Kanto region," Blanche said. "College campus sort of area. Broken fountain. Big pillar of light. The Professor was walking towards it. The others were dying as each moment-"

"That is quite enough," Lysandre grounded out. "I will still not rely on such an entity to do what must be done."

"It's literally them! The people you're trying to bring back to life, that's what the Anomaly is!" Blanche said.

"And when it does bring those people back, what will they be like?" Lysandre said sharply. "Will they be fragile like yourself? Will we need to keep them locked away in this city so that they don't simply perish again? Will they have all of their memories or wisps of their pasts? How do you know what will happen?"

"I don't," Blanche admitted, "But I still think we should try."

"Denied."

"If you want to bring them back, then this is the perfect way to do it!" Blanche shouted. "What else do you need?"

"A god," Lysandre admitted. "Something strong enough to do such itself. Something that can right the imbalance of our world and set right what was sent askew. Something that can weigh death against life and find that there is an inequality."

"Zygarde?" Blanche asked.

"Quick on the uptake as usual," Lysandre said. "Yes. That is the ultimate plan. When we endure long enough and the level of AIAM fields becomes too high in this world, the true Zygarde will take notice. It will restore the peace that oh so few of us remember. The beast that can tame life and death, that is what we need. Xerneas does not appreciate its gift being destroyed in vain. Yveltal would rather take our lives itself instead of allowing Anomalies to do that for us. Zygarde will unite them together and bring balance."

"...Is that what this is? An endurance test?"

"You could say the same for life itself, in either case," Lysandre said, a wistful look flashing in his visage. "Yes. We must endure."

"Why endure when we can fix it now?" Blanche asked.

"You don't know for certain that you can," Lysandre said. "If it follows you around, then one must assume the Anomaly has a limited range in action. If it has a limited range, then there may not be a range from which it can manipulate volatile Infinity Energy without vaporizing anything in its immediate proximity; likely yourself. Damage and waste must be minimized." He paused. "Unless you feel like having another bout of manic depression," Lysandre added, "In which case, I trust this Anomaly even less to act correctly."

"Minimizing… wait, is this the part where you kill me because I know too much?"

"I do not kill people. We do not kill anyone in FLARE," Lysandre said. "You are not a hero. You are an Anomalous employee in the business of protecting the world from the Universe itself."

"I'm fine with that," Blanche said. "As long as you don't hurt any of my friends again."

"I have received Geranium's resignation," Lysandre said. "It is a regrettable loss, but not an irrecoverable one. Similarly to Dahlia's situation, it is a diversion from the trail that leads towards tomorrow. We must stay steadfast, do you understand?"

"Do you plan for it to happen again?" Blanche asked.

"I have contingencies," Lysandre said, deflecting his gaze.

"That's vague," Blanche said, trying not to seethe too hard.

"I plan for it to happen again. I do not expect it, but I must be prepared for it as if it were an eventuality."

"Is it?"

"You tell me."

Blanche stared at Lysandre for a few moments. His fingers clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

"Yeah," he finally said before sighing. "Alright. I'm not winning this. Business as usual, then."

"Indeed," Lysandre said. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. This conversation has been… enlightening."

"I try," Blanche said, shrugging before leaving the room.

The murals flickered with the hallway's light as he left.


Whitley's arm nearly gave out as she tried to tighten the bolt even further. Her hair was frizzed out in front of her face and sweat trickled from her brow.

"Babe, you need to take a break," Gin called from the entryway to her workshop, leaning against the frame. "By the way, I ate your part of the takeout, since you weren't going to."

"It would have spoiled," she said. Rather than stopping, she made another attempt. The wrench quivered under her grip.

"I can get you some dinner-flavored protein bars. You wouldn't have to stop for more than a minute."

"I don't have a minute to spare," she said, moving on to another bolt. "I need to finish this before anything happens."

"Who says anything is going to happen?"

"There's a pattern, Gin," she said. "The air is changing in the city. It's almost hard to breathe, and not because of smog. It's thick enough that I could cut it with a power saw. There's something coming, and if I don't finish this version before that something arrives, then it's going to all be for nothing."

"Won't the last version be good enough?" Gin asked, sounding befuddled.

She could tell that it wasn't condescension, but instead curiosity layered into his words.

"It needs to be better. It needs to keep improving. That's the story of-"

"How you came to Lumiose-3. I know. Great story. I love hearing about it," he said, again being entirely honest but sounding snarky anyway. "Did you ever run into that guy again?"

"He said he was a Knight Errant," she replied, "Capital letters and all. Except his armor was blue except for silver, if you remember. He was strange. He pointed me in the right direction, at the very least."

"Because now you get to build awesome robots?" Gin asked.

"Because now I get to build awesome robots and be with your goofy self," she said, not turning around for even a moment.

Gin made a show of clutching at his heart, as she could see in the mirror-like plating's reflection. She tried her best to keep her face flat, but a smirk snuck through.

"But seriously, take a nap once in a while. Overworking yourself will make you unproductive later," he said.

"I'm overclocked right now. When it's done, or when the storm passes, then I'll cool down," she said.

"Like how you slept for three days after that fight against Zygarde," he said.

"We're looking at a period of a week or so," she said matter-of-factly.

Gin sighed. "Yep, I'm not winning this argument. Please don't step on any screws again, I don't want to have to carry you all the way home again."

Missing the point entirely, she said, "I've got a cot in the corner."

Gin looked to the other side of the impossibly large underground workshop. Metal plates and scraps littered the floor and stretched further back than ten of his apartments would be side-by-side.

"Don't blow it up while you're working."

"That was LADY interfering with the hydraulics for fun," she said.

"Which time?"

"All of them. I didn't know artificial intelligences could get bored," she said.

Gin shrugged before shielding his eyes and looking up at the top of the apparent scrap heap.

"Don't fall," he called, as she hammered away at a plate on the robot's chest.

"It's only a dozen feet or so," she called back, "I'll be fine."


"In breaking news, the three Legendary Birds of Kalos have all been spotted flying all over the region over the last twenty-four hours," a newscaster said.

The feed switched to a picture of a snowstorm over the coast, with a quaint town being buried in snow while a tower stood out against gray clouds in the background.

"Articuno was first spotted flying in from the coast of Shalour City before moving west. Residents of Laverre City, be advised. The nearby Pokéball factories have announced a temporary cessation of production, so trainers should expect a hike in prices should the storm continue."

The feed switched again. Sandy hills and rock faces were being pounded by rain. Lightning struck every few seconds off the coast.

"The storms in Cyllage City were assumed to be normal thunderstorms, as expected of late July and early August, however, Zapdos's cries were heard before lightning first struck. The storm is blowing north at the moment, and the connecting cave is expected to flood somewhat. The League advises caution and for travelers to take alternative routes, if possible."

The feed switched once more, depicting smoke rising and a red sky.

"For the first time in years, the snow is melting in Snowbelle City as Moltres passes through. Forest fires are sprouting as we speak, but the League is containing them well. Insurance rates for wooden homes are projected to skyrocket. More on that at ten."

The feed switched to the usual set-up for a news station.

"We have an expert of Fire-types here to speak with us today, Malva of the Elite four. Miss Malva, thank you for coming to speak today."

A pink-haired woman nodded and rebalanced her equally pink glasses.

"I'm glad to be here, thank you. It reminds me of my roots to be back on the set," Malva said.

"For our unfamiliar viewers, Malva was once a reporter here before-"

"Yes, yes, I was a reporter on incidents involving Fire-types and weather phenomena, I discovered a passion for working with Pokémon in the field, I won a conference within three years," Malva made a shooing motion, "I came, I saw, I conquered, It's nothing special."

"Of course," the reporter said without missing a beat. "Now, speaking of Fire-types, what can our viewers expect from Moltres over the next few weeks?"

"Oh, I don't imagine it'll be too terrible. I would say that if you live in Lumiose-3, to get out while you can."

That did seem to throw the reporter off her game.

"C-could you elaborate, miss?"

Malva had a coy grin. "Well, it's only natural, isn't it? We rarely see all three of the Legendary Birds active at the same time. Where else would they go?"

"You don't think that their movement could be coincidental?"

"Oh, coincidental, certainly," Malva said. "Lots of coincidences nowadays. FLARE calls them Anomalies, we call them freak storms. And," she leaned to the side of her chair and called somewhere off of the set, "If you'll pull up each of the weather maps? I know you can overlay them, could you go ahead and do that, hon?"

After a moment, the green screen behind them flashed with a map.

"Their combined motion is clockwise, as you can clearly see here," Malva said, clasping her hands in front of her. "The center of that clock would seem to be Lumiose-3, would it not?"

"I see," the other reporter said.

Something else flashed on the screen, saying that the League is not officially calling for an evacuation, and that the Elite Four member's opinion was entirely her own.

"This is a bit of a shot in the dark, but I would say that history is repeating itself. Oddities turn up in the midsummer season, and not just those of a meteorological nature. Now, I won't speak of anything currently under League censure, however, I would advise caution as August draws closer to the four year anniversary of-"

The channel switched to a dead tuning. Not long after, the static was replaced by a click of silence.


"Sound off," Blanche said, rolling his wrist. "Amaranth."

"Ulex."

"Rue.

"Rhododendron."

"Agapanthus.

"Eryngo."

Blanche thought for a moment. Rain poured down around them as thunder repeatedly rolled across the sky. They numbered six in total, not including the smattering of shared Pokémon.

"Right. You all know the plan. Each of us will take a plaza. Keep an eye on your partners. Recall them if things get hairy and call for reinforcements. If you're out of options," Blanche tapped a compartment on his neck, straining against his own arm, "You're all authorized to administer Aural Sap. This is going to be a battle of endurance. Keep your bolter close and your wits closer."

"Yeah, yeah," Shauna sighed, counting up her remaining Pokéballs and returning Frogadier before flying off into the electricity-soaked storm.

The others quickly followed suit, disappearing and leaving Blanche with his team of four.

Blanche looked up at the blackened sky.

"I don't know what your game is, Lysandre," he said, "But I've gotta do what I gotta do."

The MagLevs were running as little as possible because of the storm, but thanks to FLARE's timing, he arrived at the central plaza soon enough.

There were others waiting outside the station, closer to the center of the city.

"Greetings," one of them called. She waved at him, or rather, the butterfly wing sticking out of her back waved at him, miraculously dry in the rain. A shield of solid air floated above her like an umbrella, keeping her totally dry.

A fan sprung up behind her, like white waves that washed over her and Blanche's head.

He turned and saw a Gardevoir, which bowed to him as Silvally suddenly noticed it and cried, equally dry in the rain.

"Uh, hello?" he said, trying not to sound confused but failing.

"Valerie, don't freak out the FLARE Ranger," the other person said, positively soaked in rain. A camera, hopefully waterproof, hung around her neck. "Even if it would make for a great photoshoot, it's for the best if he can concentrate."

"Yo," Blanche said, more confident.

The second woman turned towards him and flashed the kind of smile that was more at home on a journalist than a wet Furfrou. "I'm sorry, hello there. I'm Viola, the former Bug-type Gym Leader of Kalos, and this is Valerie, the current Fairy-type Gym Leader."

"I'm Amaranth. We're on watch duty until something happens?" Blanche double-checked.

Her expression suddenly morphed. "Something better," Viola growled, "If they called me out into this weather for an 'if,' then I'm going to make the Kalosian War of Tribulation look like a joke."

Blanche didn't press for answers or ask questions about that. It sounded too heavy for small talk from the name alone.

"Right," he said slowly.

They stood in the rain for a few more minutes before the sound of glass breaking slipped towards them.

"I'll investigate," Valerie said with an eerie smile, before walking off.

Blanche side-eyed Viola, though the expression didn't transfer at all.

"Is she an Esper, or…" he prompted.

"She makes designer clothing, they're all like that," Viola said dismissively. "She's normal compared to some of the people I've met."

Valerie returned a minute later, levitating a tan boy wearing a bright yellow bandana and inordinately muscled for someone his height.

"I've got dino DNA," the boy declared, floating upside-down with his arms crossed.

"Sure you do, bud," Blanche said. "Valerie, what did he do?"

"Broke into a card shop," she supplied.

Blanche shot an Aural Shell at his stomach, dissipating the faint purple haze forming around him and making him groan.

"Paintballs," he said, acknowledging the surprised look from Viola. "What's your name?"

"A soldier answers to no man but himself and his commanding officers!" he shouted, still defiant.

"I see," Blanche nodded, before inhaling. "WHAT IS YOUR GOD-DAMN NAME, PRIVATE?"

The Esper's back straightened reflexively. "Tyranno Hassleberry, sir!"

"Alright, Valerie, put him down," he said.

She did so, and Blanche shot him with another paintball.

"Go home, private," he said, flicking his bolter to the street.

The boy saluted before running off into the rain, becoming a washed-out wad of gray before disappearing entirely.

"Is that a common occurrence in Lumiose-3?" Valerie asked. "I don't linger long when I visit."

"Most Espers are stupid kids with powers that validify their own stupidity," Blanche said. He paused. "Including myself, but I use technology instead when I'm stupid."

"Fascinating. Do you mind if I treat this as an interview?" Viola asked. "I have an eidetic memory, so I don't need to take notes."

"A what?" Blanche asked.

"Photographic," she answered.

"Uh, my boss would probably have something to say about that…" Blanche said, rubbing the back of his helmet.

"Tragic," Viola sighed.

Another few minutes passed. The control room was all but silent, as the others didn't seem to have much trouble.

"The reports said there would be more Anomalies than this," Aveline said, looking between two screens. "It's as if they're waiting for something…"


Lightning cracked the sky as rain poured on the streets of Lumiose-3.

The dark clouds above cracked as well.

At first, it was a thin line of blue neon.

With the next scattering of hailstones, the line expanded, doubling into a thin X.

As smoke billowed on the outskirts of the city and the wildfires to the east burned on, the X became a six-pointed star and bent upwards and inwards.

A hole formed in the sky of Lumiose-3. The edges grew outwards, expanding and rippling across the sky until no part of the city limits went uncovered, no matter how thinly it stretched.

A white hole formed above Lumiose-3, stretching invisibly and infinitely into space where nothing could be seen within.

Something took form within the Ultra Wormhole, becoming a shadow in the sea of light, and began falling towards Lumiose-3.


"Great way to jinx us, Yew!" Blanche yelled, bracing as the Anomaly fell towards the center of Lumiose-3.

It was too large to be a living thing. It was simply impossible, and yet, the curves and edges in its body were too smooth to be artificial.


It was not simply made of metal. It seemed to be covered in ice.

It slammed down on the cleared base of Prism Tower, where the ground was reinforced and clear.

As its knees unbent, the clunky machine reared upwards, standing up straight. It was taller than some buildings, easily fifty feet tall if not more.

"We're dead," Blanche dead-panned, before actually panicking and yelling, "I need reinforcements in the Central Plaza! This thing is huge!"

No one responded to him as the master communicator opened up and he was bombarded with the sound of combat.

"Was that the signal?" Aveline asked. She suddenly clutched her stomach and bent over the keyboard.

It could have been a visual glitch, but Blanche could've sworn that her hair flashed gold for just a moment.

Augustine put a hand on her shoulder and leaned towards the camera. "Amaranth, there are combatants coming out of the woodwork in every plaza. They're just barely holding them off as it is, we don't have the people to spare."

Someone rushed past Augustine in the background, lugging along something the size of a briefcase.

The machine of ice raised its fist, and from its stance, Blanche could see that it was about to start digging.

"Fire!" he yelled, the drive clicking into place in his arm.

A lash exploded from his wrist, flash-boiling the rain water and creating a shockwave of steam.

Blanche slashed it upwards, and LADY lengthened it as it made contact. The fire lash trailed on its arm, flicking steam into the air and making water drip from its body.

It stopped moving for the ground, and though its head was wider than it was tall and had no eyes, Blanche felt its focus shift to him as it turned.

"Fantastic," Blanche muttered. "It's got to be weak to Fire! It looks like a robot, so use Fighting-types if you can to break the metal!"

A Heracross appeared beside Viola, and a Fire Blast tinged with white and pink exploded from Valerie's Gardevoir, encompassing the Anomaly's entire back and making it stumble.

Is that a Gym Leader's strength? Blanche's jaw would have dropped, but he had more to worry about.

The Anomaly's fist raced towards him, though its speed was hindered by the frost covering its joints.

A vine pulled him away with a shock, landing him next to a street lamp thanks to Quilladin.

Blanche nodded in thanks, sliding back into the right stance as easily as he breathed.

Plusle and Minun clapped somewhere far away, supporting the two Gym Leaders while he distracted the Anomaly.

Silvally leapt from its shoulder, claws breaking off chunks as it ran, before it delivered a mighty kick to the back of its head.

The Anomaly whirled, its torso rotating on its waist, and its elbow clipped Silvally before it could land, knocking him into a building.

Something, something, square-cube law, Blanche thought. It had to be incredibly dense to stay upright, and given its horizontal width, its balance wasn't an issue.

Worryingly, the ice he'd melted previously had hardened. More worryingly, icicles seemed to be forming upwards in the rain.

"It's getting stronger?" Blanche whined, before charging back in.

He then took a step back, seeing Viola's Heracross leap up, use Close Combat, and knock the Anomaly back an entire pace while putting a dent in its chest.

He got out of its blind spot, tagging Silvally as he ran past it. "Can't we just hire you guys full time?" Blanche asked after noticing he'd circled back around to the Gym Leaders.

"We have our own towns to protect," Valerie said. "You all in FLARE handle the strange, but not necessarily the largest problems."

"This qualifies as both," Blanche muttered, shooting his bolter a few times for good measure, but to no obvious effect. The modified paint washed away almost immediately in the rain.

"Amaranth," someone called. Whitley was holding a massive brick of metal, jutting out in odd places and circulating wires.

"Whitley? Aren't you an engineer?"

"I've been working on," she breathed for a moment, rain soaking into her hair, "A Gear. It won't work with only your base battery, but I've built an amplifier. It'll teleport something in, and the way I've built it, it'll be self-sustaining from there."

"What is it?" Blanche asked.

"You'll see, just," she turned the box and revealed two ports. "Put your arms in here, it'll connect and everything on its own. Turn it towards the plaza before the Anomaly can recover."

"Right," he said, pulling it on. The weight was heavy and something around his chest clicked.

The whirring of the machine was unbearably loud, like a jet engine right next to his ear. Steam poured out of it and for a moment, it glowed red-hot.

Lines began tracing through the air, bright white against the dark sky.

"I suggest getting out of the way," Whitley said behind him.

They shot skyward, and the box on his chest began breaking apart, dispensing themselves in the outline as it formed, seeming to be random.

Except, it wasn't random at all, Blanche realized. Tubes unfolded around a Battery that levitated at the silhouette's rib level, and an empty cockpit around its heart.

It was at this point that Blanche realized it was, in fact, a silhouette.

The outlines exploded and took form as the teleportation went through.


AIAM FIELD PATTERN: BLUE

Designation: GOLURK-WHITE-2

Artificial Teleport Request Inbound

FLARE Designation: Galanthus

"Is that… Whitley?" Clemont asked, hesitating.

"Send it through!" Michael yelled, grabbing Clemont's hand and slamming it into the big red button.

The screen flashed in approval, and LADY cackled through the speakers.

Augustine shook his fist, the words of encouragement dying on his lips.

"It's… happening," Aveline whispered. Her hair flashed gold and a faint aura flickered around her. "There are too many fields in the city…"

Augustine rubbed her shoulder. "It's going to be alright," he said, "Just hold on for as long as you can."

"I can see what's happening at the center," she said, before doubling over and gasping for air. "I don't think I can stay here much longer."

"It's going to be just fine," he said, "We're all going to be just fine."


"You all need to get out of here," Whitley said, before beginning to climb the fifty-foot tall metal Golurk.

Blanche looked up after her for a moment, seeing her enter the cockpit as rain came down in pitter-patters. He was shook from his stupor as the ground shook.

The Anomaly got back on its feet, utterly destroying the block it had landed on.

An unstoppable force of Ice faced down an immovable object of Steel in Centrico Plaza.

"We should go," Valerie said, shivering from the sheer amount of iron in the machine.

Viola snapped a picture before nodding. "Yes. Let's. I'll head to Vert Plaza and help there."

"Then I will go to Magenta."

Blanche stared at the giant robots for another few seconds.

Golurk-White made the motion of cracking its knuckles, but the sound it made was more similar to a clash of swords.

"I'll go to Jaune Plaza," Blanche said. "I've got some family around there."

They split up and went their separate ways as the Anomaly raised its fists.

There was a force behind Blanche as he rode, and not just Quilladin reattaching to his back.

It was a wave of dry air that forced away the rain. It was for a scant few moments, but it was there.

Blanche looked back over his shoulder and saw an avalanche of icy diamonds explode away from the central plaza, flying higher than Prism Tower had ever reached.

"Yeah, that was a good call," he muttered.

Lightning cracked overhead as he rode onwards, briefly lighting up the blackened skies.

Three birds orbited Lumiose-3, and in unison, they unleashed a blood-curdling cry.


There were dozens, if not hundreds, of people and Pokémon cramming themselves into Jaune Plaza. All of them were duking it out without any hesitation or mercy.

Blanche raised his bolter to the sky and fired once.

Because it wasn't an actual gun, the pound drew no attention to himself, and a pompadoured greaser nearby punched someone dressed like a spy in the face.

"Silvally. Get their attention, please," Blanche said, dismounting.

Silvally reared its head, gyrating its neck for a silent few seconds, before it screeched so loudly a wave rippled through the falling rain.

That may have just been the visor, Blanche thought.

Luckily, it did draw their attention.

He tapped the side of his helmet and the mouth port opened. He didn't trust the mechanization of his voice to not muffle his words.

"Listen up! If you're not FLARE, Interpol, a Gym Leader, or one of Gin's punks, raise your hand!" he yelled.

There were jeers at that, but an idiotic few did raise their hand. Brightly colored clothing covered them and made them stick out, even with the rain washing the hues out. A stylized blue 'P' was emblazoned on one spy's uniform, which he wouldn't have considered if he wasn't distinctly aware that Colress had influence in Kalos.

"Any of those people that I just mentioned? Yeah, I'm on your side, and you're all on the same side." Blanche took aim at one of the rogue Espers, a shirtless fisherman holding a harpoon and surrounded by a halo of water.

With the sound of a paintball clipping his wings of water, the melee began again, and they were upon him.

Silvally scratched a wave of feral Pokémon, a trip of Skiddo gone wild, and sent them flying like ragdolls.

Quilladin couldn't latch onto anything without throwing off Blanche's balance, and instead settled for snapping his vines at anyone that got too close.

Plusle and Minun exited their Pokéballs in near silent blasts of light, though it didn't escape Blanche's notice how quickly they began buffing Chespin and Silvally.

The STRIKE formed in his hands as soon as he entered the stance. LADY was getting almost scarily accurate with those predictions, Blanche thought absently, before bashing a Team Plasma grunt across the face with the edge of the STRIKE. They'd live.

Blanche stepped back as a sword cut across his vision, raising his shield. After a shower of sparks, he blinked before another slashed at him.

It was as if he was standing atop a hill of swords, as he was surrounded by Honedge on all sides. They clacked against each other, forming up like an army regiment performing a sword dance.

The rain of water was replaced by a rain of fire, as the sound of hissing filled his ears and a flame flickered above his head.

A spiral grew outwards, thin in the rain, before roaring downwards around him, leaving him and his Pokémon unscathed while bringing hell upon the horde of Honedge.

Ariel appeared through the flames faster than they could dissipate, Audino trilling behind her and using Heal Bell as they approached.

Silvally's heaving became that much less labored, and the cuts in Quilladin's vines patched themselves up as best they could.

"Are you alright?" she asked. "We only just got around the bend, but Mr. Ramos is still there if you want to speak with him."

"I'm fine, thanks. Is that everything over here?"

"For now…" Ariel shook her head. "They were trying to break into the FLARE entrance nearby and they appeared faster than we could defeat them."

Blanche's thoughts promptly ran wild.

Into the normal entryways? They'd always gone to the city's center before trying to dig, never circumventing it. Then again, there were many more human combatants than usual, and that meant planning was possible. Maybe not intelligent planning, since they were trying to keep the world from blowing itself up or something like that, but planning indeed.

He shook himself free of his thoughts.

"Whitley is fighting the big Anomaly in Centrico Plaza," Blanche said. "If we call for reinforcements, that's probably where we're going to need them."

"R-right," Ariel said. "I'm not used to fighting so many… Well, so many people like this."

"Can you think about it later?" Blanche asked, perhaps a little too tersely. "We're kind of screwed if you freeze up in the middle of a fight."

She tensed for a moment before forcing herself to nod. "Right, right, of course."

"I'm going to go check up on the others," he said, before pulling himself onto Silvally and returning Plusle and Minun. "Thanks for the tune-up."

"No problem," she said, voice shaking slightly.

Blanche rode off towards Rouge Plaza.

Ramos's cane tapped against the cracked pavement as he walked towards her.

"He reminds me of a Gym Leader from Kanto I met once," he said evenly, scratching his petal-like beard. "Rather harsh compared to a young whippersnapper like you."

"You think so?" Ariel asked.

"Oh, don't play coy, fire-sprout," Ramos said. "Meekness is a virtue when it's proper meekness; a willingness to learn. If you don't act firm, you'll be treated like a gardening tarp."

"I see," she said, before looking off into the rain. "He's having a hard time right now."

"We all are, whippersnapper," Ramos said, "That's no good excuse."

The rain continued beating down around them.

There was a tugging in the air around Ariel as if it were a field. Her hand moved to her heart as she felt it tense. She looked towards Centrico Plaza, although she didn't know why.

"I think we should go to the city center," she said.

Ramos put a hand on his beret and nodded. "Lead the way, whippersnapper."


The park in Rouge Plaza poured out onto the street, flooding the cracked pavement with more mud with each passing moment.

"Oh? You're approaching me?" the rogue Esper asked, coils of light dancing around their tiny limbs. "Instead of running further into your city of cowards, you're seeking your own demise?"

Ash flicked half of Doublade to the side. Rain flecked off of the crimson blade as he stepped over the rest of the unconscious Espers. "I can't complete my duty without coming closer," he said, "And members of my clan do not run away."

"Oho?" The blond Esper raised an eyebrow and the coils vibrated with glee. "Then come as close as you like."

Pollen crept along the ground, soaked by the rain and turned to purple liquid. It rose and fell like the tide with each step.

Steel clashed with solid energy as Ash blitzed forward, striking like a bullet train but meeting an unbreakable wall.

"Ah, ah, ah," the Esper said. "Time and space are simpler than illusions to me. This world of waves is easy for one such as I to understand. As long as you exist in that world, I will see your attacks coming from a mile away. No matter how fast you are, I can see and react faster! That is the power of my Stand," he said, raising his arms, "Lights and Sounds!"

"It's raining," Ash said. "You are a talking Pikachu."

Electricity crackled around the Pokémon's cheeks. "Stating the obvious won't save you a spot in the river to Hell."

"I can manipulate poison in all forms," Ash said. "No matter how diluted."

Spikes shot from the puddle beneath them and stabbed at the Pikachu.

"I don't believe Pikachu can see light in all directions at once, so you use your eyes. You cannot hit what you cannot see, and therefore, neither can your… Stand."

The traces of liquified pollen that remained on Pikachu slid around its body like water, before solidifying over its eyes like glue.

The coils around its body withered away from sight as Ash finally landed a sword strike. Like the load on a trebuchet, Pikachu traveled in a vicious arc before slamming through one of the few intact walls nearby.

Ash willed a poison coating onto Doublade. He nearly sheathed it completely before he pulled the coating away, leaving the blade completely dry as it rested inside.

He shot his bolter at the Pikachu's general direction twice. One shot to diminish its remaining aura, and another to let it know that he wasn't guessing.

The rain beat down on him as he shook the Gym Leader's shoulder.
The herd of Esper Pokémon were unexpected. Grant hadn't done very well with such a large group of enemies, and neither had his Pokémon. He stirred and rubbed the spot where his head had slammed into concrete.

"That should be all. We should get moving," Ash said.

Grant mumbled a bit before becoming coherent and rising. He tapped his Pokéball belt rhythmically, and his fainted Pokémon returned to their containers. "Does FLARE have medical facilities?" he asked, before gesturing to the unbroken barricade around the entrance.

"Indeed. It is of great use to us," Ash said.

"I'll catch up with you," Grant said, stumbling towards the cautious FLARE grunts sticking their heads out from behind cover.

Ash nodded without verbal reply before the mouth port in his visor snapped open. Rain trickled onto his face, but as he focused, he found that he cared very little.

It was a minor aspect of his training, but his sixth sense had come before his seventh. To use his aura, he needed to sense it first, as his teacher had said. Perhaps it was metaphorical, but it turned out to be truer than expected.

Ash looked to Centrico Plaza in his mind's eye, his body following along with the motions.

A light was rising from deep inside the Earth. It was slow and flickering, but it was there, where the largest bits of aura in the city overlapped. It snapped between being beneath the streets and far above them, where the sky was cracked wide open.

Ash began running towards the city's center, feeling a great gravity from inside his heart.

It was easy for him to be stoic when such a heavy feeling was so rare.


Two clumps of rubble floated into the air and slammed together, knocking a feral Fletchinder from the sky before it could divebomb Salem and Meowstic.

Olympia snapped her fingers behind them, and her Clefairy wagged its finger.

The battlefield was immersed in flames. Fire roared up around them and petered out with the steady rhythm of a metronome.

Valerie giggled and her Gardevoir exploded forward, a Psycho Cut extending from its arm like the polearm of a knight. It cut at the feral Pokémon as they rose, striking them down before the swirls could clear from their eyes.

Magenta Plaza was clear.

"We work well together!" Salem exclaimed, waving her arms in unison with Meowstic.

"Synergy is an important factor," Olympia said with a hint of a grin, nodding. "I hope if you ever feel the desire to compete in the Gym circuit, that you consider it heavily."

"Mhm. You've got the right idea," Valerie said. "Gardevoir likes fighting more than I do, so she works well with others that think the same way. Lots of pent-up energy after years of not being considered a proper Fairy-type.

Somewhere off to the side, Gardevoir swept dust from the blade of Psycho Cut before it dissolved. It would seem to be a pointless gesture, but to the few conscious Pokémon remaining, it was a clear enough symbol to stay down.

"That must have been a long time ago," Salem said. "Oh. Oh! I'm not calling you old, I just haven't heard about Fairy-types being excluded."

"It's a long story," Valerie said, looking far off in the distance, "One I don't believe we have time for."

Salem traced her gaze towards the center of Lumiose-3 where light was still pouring from the crack in the sky. Her mind was protected by her Psions, but she felt something tug at her heartstrings, almost literally if her mind would have made it real.

"Huh. Should we go check up on them?" she asked as the sound of ice cracked bounced towards them through the central boulevard.

Golurk-White, though the metal of its chassis was dented in some places, punched the Anomaly again.

"If there is nothing else here," Olympia said.

Valerie looked at her Gardevoir.

The Psychic-type used Psycho Cut again, only to tap it against their palm.

"I don't think there will be," Valerie said.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Onward!" Salem cried, beginning to run with Meowstic in tow.


Wulfric threw a Plasma grunt over his head, knocking over a row of them like bowling pins.

"I've fallen into lakes more solid than the lot of you!" he shouted as his Abomasnow shot out orbs of ice that encased the group.

Gin smirked as he punched another grunt, then their Swoobat, and then the grunt's kidney, before lining them up and kicking them both with one kick. "I like your style, old man."

"It's an acquired technique," Wulfric barked back, turning his head even as he lifted a grunt by the throat . "I've conquered the tallest mountains and the coldest waters in Kalos! This is nothing compared to that, not even…" he threw the grunt over his head, "CONDITIONING!"

Around them, Gin's callously trained grunts battled Plasma's, using sheer numbers and physical strength over strategy and refined skills.

"War for the War Boss!" one shouted after a Swoobat swiped him across the face.

With a single voice, they cried, "WAR FOR THE WAR BOSS! WAAAAAAAAAGHHH!"

"They've got it handled here," Gin said to Wulfric, giving the Gym Leader a thumbs-up. Like the eye of a storm, there was little movement directly around them.

"I'll take your word for it," Wulfric grunted.

"I can feel something in the air," Gin said. "I don't think it's the old takeout I ate a few days ago. Still a tugging sensation, but towards the central plaza instead of the bathroom. Do you think I should follow my gut?"

Wulfric crossed his arms and made a sound like the huff of an Emboar. "If it is reliable, rely on it. If it isn't, don't trust it with anything important."

"Right," Gin said, before immediately turning on his heel and running through the sea of combat. It split before him and left his path wide open as sharp cheer rose from among his punks.

Wulfric shook his head and followed along. He didn't need Abomasnow to clear a path in front of him.


Shauna watched Korrina as she fought alongside her two Lucario. The three swirled with a line being drawn as they fought; to cross that line was to be destroyed a split second later. She bobbed and weaved around them, and they did the same around her. The way she used her rollerblades almost like actual blades as she kicked was… familiar.

"Your fighting style reminds me of someone else I know," Shauna finally said as the crackling of her last bolt faded.

Korrina spun as she slowed and the two Lucario continued fighting the feral Pokémon without her. Even when dropping out of combat entirely, she conserved as much momentum as possible while not slipping a bit in the rain.

"Really? I like to think it's unique," Korrina said.

"I'd like to snap some pictures of it," Viola said. "Though capturing elegance may be a challenge, that's what makes the final photo worth it!"

Meanwhile, her Vivillon let loose a gale force wind, blowing ferals from their feet and paws. It was a wild hurricane, one that tore away loose bricks from the ground and lobbed them at the Anomalies.

"The elegance of emotion," Viola clarified.

The winds that had just kicked up suddenly dissolved. There was an eerie calm before an even greater wind blew Vivillon from the air and most of them sideways.

Shauna looked up at the sky and saw Zapdos flying overhead, swooping low as its wingbeats carried it in an arc around the city.

Further away, she could see two similar shapes doing the same in the same pattern; all three of them were swirling towards the center. They flew low beneath the cracked sky, but high enough to avoid the skyscrapers.

"That… that can't be good," Shauna said, her feet already carrying her towards Centrico Plaza. "I hope everyone else is alright…"


Golurk-White's chassis swung one final time along with its arm. Its fist cascaded against the Ultra Beast's shell, cracking off another layer of ice and dropping it to the pavement.

Inside the cockpit, within the chamber of levers, buttons, and instruments, Whitley wiped her brow.

Her eyes shot to the air pressure reader as it ticked slightly upwards. She could see three shapes swoop towards her from every angle.

One Anomaly on her own was enough. Gin would argue that it wasn't enough of a challenge. She'd like to prove him wrong, if only to make him raise his minimum number even higher.

She gripped the controls again, every muscle in her body tensing.

"You want to do things like this? Fine." She inhaled. "Yippee-kay-yay, you rule-of-three-following flying elemental mother-"


"There's… too… much!" she cried, curling into her knees as she clutched her head.

BREAK.

Aveline's hair and skin turned to molten gold as she gave half of a scream and disappeared.


After finding nothing else to fight, Blanche immediately returned to Centrico Plaza.

His first sign that something was wrong was the storm clouds being blasted out of the sky. A harsh falling sun beat down on the city, and humidity was already rising.

His second was hearing Golurk-White fall to the wayside.

His third was realizing that the Ultra Wormhole had, in fact, closed. The only reason he hadn't realized before was the shattered ice falling like a blanket over the city.

There was another sun in front of him, he saw. Only, it floated in Centrico Plaza, free in the open air.

"Aveline?" he whispered.

A golden light surrounded her as she floated, clothing formless and skin seemingly made of mirrors. Her eyes were glazed over with a coating of chrome.

As Golurk-White rose from the street, she didn't move an inch. Instead, a pillar of light shot out of her and towards the mech. It passed through it entirely, rather than reflecting off.

The machine slumped back to the ground and the light seemed to glow brighter.

"Galanthus?" Blanche said into his headset, "Are you alright?"

Whitley didn't respond. The control room was in chaos and Aveline was nowhere to be seen on his interface.

"What the hell?" he whispered.

Gin appeared in his periphery, running towards the cockpit and Golurk-White by proxy.

Another pillar burst out from Aveline.

There was a hiss and empty air.

"...Ulex's vitals have flatlined," someone said on the other side.

Blanche's vision blurred and he took a step back.

From another road, Ash charged forward, holding both parts of Doublade aloft. He dodged from the first pillar of light, but the second came quickly after.

"Agapanthus as well." There was shock in that voice, Blanche could hear it, but he couldn't register it in his mind.

"Make them stop," he whispered.

Salem padded forward like a running cat, Meowstic beside her, as she entered the plaza and there was a flash of Magenta.

There was a greater flash of gold.

"Rhododendron has…"

"Make them stop!"

Why were they being so stupid? Why were they running headfirst into danger? Why were they doing anything they could to try and protect som-

Ariel ran forward, fire pouring outwards from her suit. It clashed against the golden light, as if it could melt away the unlimited brightness.

"Eryngo…"

This is my fault, he suddenly thought.

He'd done it. They'd followed him. He had tried to throw himself away, but instead of pushing them away, he pulled them closer. He'd only made them...

He was their leader. He hadn't wanted to be, but he was. That made how they acted his responsibility.

What kind of example did I set?

Shauna flew downwards like a dragon, lightning crackling around her.

Scraps of metal flew through Aveline's body as if it were nothing but air. The light only grew stronger, expanding to the opening mouths of the street.

Another pillar of light shot outwards.

"..."

Blanche's vision blurred twofold as he fell to his knees. Light blinded him through his visor and through his eyelids. A roar of silence pounded through him.

Light soaked through the streets of Lumiose-3. It swept through FLARE like a tidal wave. Any aura it touched was absorbed as if it had entered a black hole. Nothing was left behind.

It grew stronger.

It rolled across the rest of Kalos like a tsunami. The ruins of Santalune, the coasts of Cyllage, the towers of Shalour, the factories of Laverre, the fields of Dendemille, the ice sheets of Snowbelle. All were immersed in an ever-growing light.

And when it had traveled even further, consuming all that it could on Earth, it stopped suddenly. It paused, shrinking and growing, before deciding to coalesce into a smaller shape.

There was nothing on the other end of the line, no one to speak to. The communication network itself fell not long after. LADY did not stir in his headset.

A second sun hung in the sky above Lumiose-3. It seemed as if the world itself was bending around it. A halo of energy surrounded it, though faint as remnants of aura were continuously absorbed.

There were only two that the dark star would shine for.


Santiago pulled the strap of his rucksack tight over his chest and let it rest on his woolen cloak. He looked back over his shoulder, illuminated by the light pouring in through the doorway. A smile appeared on his face, though it came muscle by muscle.

"I suppose I was necessary after all," he said. He shifted his weight and left the emptied laboratory.

Yea, into a dark world he walked, and yea, he was not alone.


AN:

Three chapters left, God, I can hardly believe it.

The original Ultra Beast is called Icicamecha in my notes, but I couldn't work it in naturally. UB Glacier would be the official name, I think.

I straight up forgot that Lumiose's central plaza had an actual name for around twenty-one chapters. That's my bad. Is Centrico even a color? If the theme for the plazas is color names, then it should be called white in French- Oh, wait. As funny as it would be, I'm not taking the AU that far. Maybe. Depends on how I feel when I write the ending.

I think I accidentally made MissingNo a metaphor for the afterlife. That's… something, I guess. They're talking literally when they say that they'll meet again (at least Blanche is), but taken out of context, it sounds a lot like a sermon. Huh. The basic idea behind MissingNo was that it was just the scraps of souls the world left laying around, I didn't intend it to be a symbol. I think. I hardly remember half of my planning after I write it.

God, I've got to start planning my original fiction. I'm totally repurposing the AIAM field junk but I'm going to make it more scientific/specific to make it seem like a proper magic system instead of Rule of Cool.

I think I'm skipping the author's note next chapter. It'll build up suspense or something.

They're not dead, by the way. I may be bad at tagging, but I'm not going to lie outright.
 
Chapter Twenty Five: The Beginning and the End, or 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
The buzz of overhead lights was conspicuously absent in the convenience store. The open sign flickered on its front window, clashing against the shattered glass and splintered wooden barriers.

Blanche pulled a lukewarm bottle of water from a cooler. His stomach ached from the barely edible food he'd scraped together.

He took a deep drink before shoving it into his bag and continuing on his way.

There were plenty of places like that in Lumiose-3. Stores left behind but still stocked. The restaurants often stank of spoiled food, so he stuck to whatever non-perishable food he could find.

He would eventually have to leave the city to find proper food, but the day that would be necessary wasn't coming anytime soon. The vitamin supplements he'd found in a pharmacy seemed like a good thing to start taking.

The streets beneath his feet were pristine, as if they had never been walked on before. They all looked like that, but less so the closer they came to any of the plazas. Certainly not Centrico Plaza; it still looked like the crash site of a meteor.

Blanche sat down on the edge of the crater and stared thoughtlessly at the black sun.

He knew some about wave interference and how that applied to light. Two waves would collide and cancel out. He supposed it could be that which made the concentration of aura dark. Maybe it was more like a black hole. He really couldn't tell and couldn't be bothered to think further about it.

The days where he'd thought long and hard about those things were behind him, though he wasn't aware how far. Night and day seemed non-existent to him. He could only tell which was which on the outskirts, away from the light, or when there were two suns in the sky.

There was a tapping sound behind him. Footsteps? No, wishful thinking. Likely the wind blowing fallen trees down the street.

Someone came and sat down next to him.

"Greetings." The other boy flourished his woolen cloak. "My name is Santiago," he said with a smile.

Blanche stared blankly for a moment, the world still dull around him.

"I am just like you," he said.

"I see," Blanche said. "Did they make someone else like me?"

"I suppose so," Santiago said. "We have met before, of course."

"I remember," Blanche said, still staring at the orb. "Was the UR studying you?"

"After a sort," Santiago said. "They much preferred me to study them and their objectives."

"I see," Blanche said. "Where did you come from, Santiago?"

"The northern reaches. My home was in the mountains past Laverre," Santiago said.

"I see. What's it like outside of the city?"

"Isolated, I would say," Santiago said, still cheery. "Rather uninteresting. No people to have discourse with."

"I see."

"You have remedied that, however," Santiago said. "It's a pleasure to meet you in better circumstances."

Blanche kept staring at Aveline's star above them. The curve of the horizon seemed to move upwards from there, strangely enough.

Santiago stood up without struggling. "Let us be off, then. FLARE awaits."

"Why would we go there?" Blanche asked.

"To investigate, naturally. There must be some information on the cause of this event. Lysandre was an intelligent man, as I was told. It is likely that there is some information regarding this event."

"Don't use the past tense," Blanche said, following Santiago without a thought.

"Proper grammar is an important component of communication," Santiago said.

"I see," Blanche said.


It took a while for them to find an open entrance to FLARE. Concrete barriers and riot shields laid on the pavement in Jaune Plaza, though there were enough open spaces.

The lobby was dim and the overhead lights were shut off. The escalators didn't budge and darkness filled the hallways that led deeper into the catacombs.

"Have you tried entering this way before?" Santiago asked.

"No," Blanche said, content with the silence that followed.

Santiago clicked on a flashlight, waving it slowly over the environment, often where Blanche was looking than he.

"I was supposed to become a FLARE Ranger," Santiago said, his jolly smile almost infectious. "With only a few more tests they would have allowed me to join you."
"We'll join them eventually," Blanche said, pacing along with his shoulders slumped.

"The organization may not exist anymore, but there's sure to be something left behind," Santiago said.

They arrived at the airlock that sealed off the Pokémon Lab. The doors were open, likely as a failsafe in the event of a power outage. A few sparks fired off within, dancing along the scattered desks and chairs.

Blanche put his morpher on the table and fiddled with a cable. "LADY, open up the files on this computer. Don't overload the Infinity Battery, just connect to this room. Look for anything about the pipeline or… Aveline."

The computer lit up and buzzed. A text box quickly wrote out an affirmative response.

"That's quite handy," Santiago said. "Is that a Rotom?"

"Artificial intelligence. She developed herself," Blanche said, staring at the keyboard while LADY rapidly ran through text and video files with great speed.

The computer screen froze on a video file as a lock appeared over it. Within seconds, LADY broke through the encryption and began playing it.

It was dated in September of 2010, barely more than a year since the Heavens Shattered.


Lysandre stood in a pitch black room. The camera was recording behind him, and telling by the lighting, it was in front of a doorway.

Eighteen tiles were lit up around him, all inscribed in red light with each of the eighteen Pokémon types.

"I renew my petition to ascribe FLARE as the controlling force in Lumiose City. The city has fallen twice already, and under my guidance, it will fall no longer. You've requested my knowledge on Anomalies time and time again, as well as the expertise of my researchers. Even so, the United Regions continues to simply rebuild rather than reform. You cannot rely on the Aura Guardian forever nor in every situation."

"And what would you do with this power, Lysandre?" DRAGON asked.

"Create a fortress, a city that not even a god could destroy. Create an organization, a force that can face down the fiercest winds and emerge victorious. Create a field of influence so vast that rogue trainers and feral Pokémon could not hope to stand against."

"Would it stand against the United Regions?" Electric asked.

"Of course not. Anomalies are a force of nature. Their fields are already our subject of study, a subject in which, I might add, we are the pioneers in."

"I would still like to question how that is so," PSYCHIC said. "Your information of field strength is often determined before Aura Readers are deployed to an area."

"The answer is information that must be held in the highest confidence," Lysandre said. "I hesitate to share it as it may cause a rash response."

"If it is a cause for concern, it ought to be heard," DRAGON said.

"Very well. There is an entity in our employ that is neither human nor Pokémon."

The tiles hummed and hawed for a few moments.

DRAGON spoke and said, "Explain."

Lysandre nodded. "This entity was birthed of the overlap in AIAM fields during the Shattered Heavens incident. It takes a human form at most times and does not appear to have the ability to manipulate aura. It has a will of its own and can move as such, but it has been observed trending towards areas where overlap is the largest."

"What threats does this entity pose?" PSYCHIC asked.

"None. It possesses the immature mind of a shy teenager. It rarely speaks to those outside of our organization; within, it is slightly less uncommon. It demonstrates joy, sadness, relief, all human emotions, with the distinct exception of anger."

"Does it demonstrate any sort of symptoms of human mental illness?" PSYCHIC prodded further.

"No. It is a socially stable creature."

"Physically?" Psychic asked.

"In the current situation, the same is true," Lysandre said.

"Elaborate and do not mince words, Lysandre," DRAGON said. "Can it pose a threat to man and Pokémon in the future?"

Lysandre sighed and his head declined slightly. "Theoretically. Fluctuations of AIAM fields in its surrounding areas can lead to partial dissipation or increased energy readings in its body. If there were a situation where a large enough number of AIAM fields of a large enough amplitude were in a dense location, it is possible that the Anomaly's energy would… collapse inwards. An event horizon of aura could form. It would act similarly to a black hole that selectively absorbs AIAM fields. This has never been observed, but it may be a possibility."

"Hm."

The tiles were all silent for a few moments.

"Can this Anomaly die?"

"I will not suggest nor support killings where they are unnecessary," Lysandre said. "In any event, no, it is incredibly unlikely. The Anomaly may have initially formed during the Shattered Heavens incident, but it seems to feed off of AIAM fields in a way suggesting that it only takes a physical form in certain areas and exists intangibly everywhere else. If it were to die, then it would reform in another location with the knowledge that its murder was attempted. I cannot recommend fighting something you cannot kill, especially when it may have eyes everywhere."

"Is that a threat?" DRAGON asked.

"No. It's a warning. I cannot control this Anomaly. It is non-violent, though I suspect this is not due to its inability to manipulate AIAM fields. Its human form would allow it to manipulate tools and weapons, and yet it refuses to do so. The Anomaly has an attachment to one of my colleagues, like that of a daughter and father. He has given it the name of his mother and it has gratefully accepted. I suspect it simply wishes to be human."

"To be human is to be a threat. You understand this."

"To be human is to have a breaking point. I do not believe it would be pertinent to force it to become a human with nothing left to lose. Do not threaten it or its father figure, and I believe it will react favorably. It provides information on other Anomalies unknowingly, and seems to intuitively know the biology of every Pokémon it interacts with. It is creating advances in a science that was once thought to be only spirituality and legend. We cannot afford to lose it nor its expertise. That would surely be our undoing as this world grows harsher."

"...I see," DRAGON said. "We will speak of this again at another point. Please continue your proposal for the reconstruction of Lumiose… I suppose it will be Lumiose-3, under the leadership of FLARE with you at the helm."


"What you are searching for is not mentioned further in this recording," LADY said. "Would you like for me to find information on this 'pipeline'?"

"Yes, but… I need to sit down. Thank you, LADY," Blanche said. He collapsed into a seat and deflated without another word.

If his head was spinning before, it was blending itself now.

"Error. No mentions found."

Santiago looked between him and the computer.

Blanche called, "Look up Xerneas and Yveltal."

"One thousand and eighty results found within FLARE. All seem to be logs of fairy tales and legends."

"Damn it." Blanche leaned back further in thought. The headrest tapped against the center of his neck. A thought popped into his head. "Please give me a three-dimensional schematic of FLARE."

A cylinder appeared that stretched deep into the crust. There was a rod of clarity at the very center.

"That's not very efficient," Santiago said, forcing a frown.

"That's where the pipeline is," Blanche said. "LADY, show me the closest point to that area."

It seemed like a maintenance shaft, almost like a stray wire in the display. A small panel facing inwards from a room highlighted by the discplay.

Blanche nodded, his face still blank. "Let's go."


Two murals reflected one another. One red and one blue, in the ceiling and the floor, both surrounded by black tinged with sickly green.

Blanche leered at the window, trying to see into the pit. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't make out the bottom.

Santiago had a strange look on his face. "What's down there?"

The blue and red lights continued revolving.

"Xerneas and Yveltal, I'm assuming," Blanche said before his expression strained. "Why weren't they absorbed too?"

"Xerneas and Yveltal are the embodiments of life and death," Santiago said. "Perhaps they're too powerful?"

"I don't…"

"They should be released if FLARE is containing them," Santiago said. His fists clenched in the same moment, as if his bones had turned to steel. "Humans weren't meant to meddle with Legendary Pokémon."

"In another world, maybe. In that world, maybe everything is alright. But things aren't alright," Blanche said. He put a hand up against the glass. For a moment, it was warm. In the next, it snapped at his skin like ice. "I need to figure out a way…"

Where was MissingNo? Was there any aura for it to manipulate? How far would he have to travel to gather enough Infinity Energy to make it real? What was a messiah without its staff? Would he have to martyr himself? Would it work? Would he leave Santiago alone in the world as plants reclaimed everything? Would he doom the other boy to that life in pursuit of that uncertainty.

Santiago mirrored him. "They should be released. That is the directive. Humans were not meant to contain Legendaries. To do so only leads to disaster. When it was done in the past, it Shattered the Heavens and created a hell on this Earth. I was made to prevent that, not stand by as it occurs."

"We can use them to bring everyone back. Maybe… maybe they'll know how to fix everything else, fix… Aveline."

Santiago tapped a knuckle against the glass. A web of cracks exploded from the point of impact.

"What are you doing?" Blanche asked.

"Freeing them," Santiago said.

"You… you can't! We need them, I know I can't do anything yet, but if they leave, reawaken, or disappear… there's nothing else! What happens if you wake them up and Aveline absorbs them?"

"They will be given a choice," Santiago said. "That is the place of man on this Earth. That is what I have been taught, and that is what I shall do. Humans are below them. They cannot hope to contain forces of nature, and attempts to do so have only brought ruin."

The glass shattered and fell into the pit, almost soundlessly. The air deafened Blanche as the sudden change in pressure washed over him.

"You say that like…"

Santiago gave him a sad smile, the same smile he'd always given, but the intent did not seem the same. "I'm just like you. Inhuman. Are you not an android as well?"

Santiago leapt into the seemingly endless ravine.

Blanche, with nary a moment of hesitation, jumped after him.


AIAM FIELD PATTERN: BLUE

Designation: CGI

Artificial Teleport Request Inbound

FLARE Designation: Zephyranthes

UR Designation: Prototype: Santiago


A light exploded from Santiago's chest apropos of nothing. A similar light exploded from Blanche, slipping out from between his fingers.

A wind kicked up beneath them as they fell. Glass rushed past them.

Santiago's morph suit was a deep green, highlighted with orange. His cloak morphed into a cape and fluttered off of his body as he fell, seeming to fly upwards.

"You can't do this!" Blanche yelled, his helmet.

"But I must," Santiago said, diving further.

Wings exploded from Blanche's back as NSPACE formed and the Flying-type drive clicked into place. He turned his body into a pin, impacting Santiago's back.

He pulled the other boy around by the shoulder, and through the rushing wind, punched him in the jaw.

"We can help them! We just need a chance!" Blanche yelled.
"Cyrus said as much," Santiago said, shoving Blanche off of him. "During his interrogation, he claimed that Team Galactic would create a world free of suffering. You were born into the hell he created, don't be foolish!"

"We can do it!" Blanche said, kicking Santiago in the chest. "We can move forward, we can try again- We don't need to control them, we… we can find another way!"

"The definition of insanity is to try the same thing over and over," Santiago said as his fist snapped Blanche's head to the side. It felt like a bullet train. "I suppose that is why you humans seem so deranged. Your stubbornness is admirable, but it hurts you in the long run."

"Stubbornness is how we live," Blanche said. "We live even when it hurts."

"Do you, now? There are quite a few psychological reports on you, Amaranth," Santiago said. "The boy who fights to die. As subsidiaries of the United Regions, FLARE and Interpol are very transparent with their reports. Your own leader believes you to be unstable but an asset in the field. Your very presence is a wild card. The other FLARE Rangers sought out a counselor for you, as Nurse Joy noted. I've heard the reports myself. The only way you live is to risk your life and die. I've seen everything about you, and I know everything about you. You are certainly a prototype. Strong is some areas, but in possession of the most glaring flaws."

"I'm human," Blanche said. "I'm human! I'm alive, damn it! I've stopped running away from that, I know what I am!" He brought his hands around Santiago's neck, though the false flesh did not cede. "I know what I'm here for! You're not stopping me! I'm going to change the world!"

"For the better?" Santiago gripped his forearms. Metal creaked. "Or for worse?"

"For the people that live in it! My friends, my enemies, my allies, my nightmares, my dreams, my pain, my sorrow, my everything! They're all a part of me, and I'm not letting that due go unpaid!" Blanche reared his head. "I'm going to live! I'll bring them back, and I'll keep fighting as long as that's possible, even if it kills me! I don't want to be a hero, but for them… I'd do anything!"

"Then you're not a hero," Santiago said, throwing Blanche back. "You're going against nature. Humans aren't meant to control things greater than them."

"You're wrong! That's our nature- to conquer nature! To bend it to our will and create a better world from it! Even if the world is against us- against me… I'll keep fighting. I'll fight as long as I need to. I'll fight until the day comes that everyone can fight for themselves!"

"You'll be fighting until the stars go dark and entropy ensues," Santiago said.

"I'm fine with that. That's the most that something, someone like me can hope for." Blanche smirked, eyes wide and manic. Blood was smeared across his face as his shattered helmet clung to his head.

There was no fire in Santiago's eyes, but he fought anyway. He couldn't respect that. He didn't fight for what he believed in. Maybe he could have, but not in Blanche's world.

"By honing my body, I've honed my mind. By honing my mind, I've honed my soul. By honing my soul," Blanche reared his fist back. The Gear, whatever it was; all of them, none of them, was a formless shape before it snapped into physicality. "I've honed the drill that Creates the HEAVENS!"

His wings created a backdraft before he shot towards Santiago. Around his arm was a drill laced with Infinity Energy, burning like static with every type swirling into it.

They reached the floor at the bottom of the pipeline.


There was a gaping hole in Santiago's chest. Oil seeped out of it, coating wiring and electrical implements. It dripped into the cone that pierced through every bit of the pipeline's reinforcement.

Sparks flew in Santiago's eyes.

"Wouldn't you rather the Legendaries be freed?" he asked, looking up at Blanche. "Wouldn't you rather live in that world?"

"I can't anymore," Blanche said, his head shaking. The rest of his body did the same. "I… I have to try to create something better. I'd rather create a world where everyone can be free. No Anomalies, no forces that siege cities of people just living their lives, no gods, no masters. You could have been a shepherd."

Santiago's cloak soundlessly dropped to the floor, having overcome wind resistance once and for all.

"My purpose was to guide you to the right path," Santiago said. "To change the world. To become an alchemist. To become the Alchemist." His gaze turned towards the ceiling that isolated them from the empty world above. "Have I succeeded, I wonder?"

"You've done fine," Blanche said. He was never one to take a life lightly, even if some would not call it a life. "Did you believe in what you were doing?"

"...I wanted to be human," Santiago said. "They told me to be like you. They thought you were something like me, and tried to replicate that. I… saw you. You're not a FLARE Ranger. At least… that's not all you are. You're a… person."

"So are you, Santiago," Blanche said, putting on a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"It could have been another," Santiago said, his voice becoming wispier, more broken. "But each moment is a point of no return. Once you pass the point…"

"You can only go forward, because you can never go back," Blanche said.

"I.. suppose that works too," Santiago said. "I have… a question."

Blanche nodded, shutting his eyes tight as he grimaced.

Oil was bubbling from Santiago's lips and it smelt like burning gasoline. "Do life and death mean anything to… something like me?"

"Someone like you," Blanche said, "Is someone like me. Someone like me dies for others because they attempt to die for me. Someone like me lives for others because they attempt to live for me. I think… you would have liked all of my friends. You met Shauna, right?"

Santiago blinked. The rest of his body was immobile.

"She would have warmed up to you. Maybe you'll see her too, one day. Maybe we'll see each other again," Blanche said. "But I'm sorry that day is so far away."

Santiago stopped moving.

Blanche stood and grabbed the other boy's cloak. He draped it over the other boy's body and clasped his hands.

"Arceus, Helix, God, whatever you are… please be kind to him. I know he's not human, that he's like me… but that's not his fault. You don't have to forgive me; hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but please… just give him a chance."

Blanche tilted his head back as his arms fell to his sides. Blood dripped down the outside of his suit, blending with the red and seeming as if he were melting.

"The Alchemist is someone who changes the world, huh?" Blanche murmured, raising his hand to his chest.

His morph suit disappeared and left only the Battery in his hands. Blood was already soaking into his clothes, staining them red. He felt woozy, as if he'd lost something that kept him bound. Scars that had healed opened again. The tissue all but dissolved, leaving only what remained of his unmarred skin.

Blanche fumbled with his pocket knife, not even swearing when he sliced across his finger. He pried open the back on the Infinity Battery, the side which was least protected from incoming damage.

He looked at it as it whirred within, the blade so close to the whirring machine he could practically taste battery acid.

"My name is Blanche. I am eighteen years old as of this moment, and I will never forget it. Not this minute, not this second. The Alchemist is the one that changes the world…"

Blanche took one last look around him. The cocoon and the tree were still revolving around each other, as if nothing had happened.

He looked back at the Battery and raised his knife.

"...I guess that duty falls to me."

The blade plunged into the sealant around the Infinity Energy. It made a small sound, like that of glass cracking.

Infinite amounts of heat seared Blanche for a fraction of a fraction of a second.

At the same time, the Tree of Life was lit as if it were a candelabra. Not a nanosecond later, the Cocoon of Destruction was fully shattered.

Deep within the Terminus Cave, a sleeping giant awoke. Each of its one thousand hexagonal eyes gleamed as it began slithering towards the surface.

Xerneas exited its endless slumber. Yveltal was reborn. Zygarde felt the unbalance in the world.

Three cries echoed in his consciousness before it faded away entirely.

And thus, the Heavens Shattered once again.


AN:

See? Just like Evangelion.
 
Chapter Twenty Six: Do you love me?

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
Blanche stood on a frosted-over sidewalk. Powder snow fell slowly over the suburban streets. There was no moon, but it was night. The house he stood in front of was familiar, though he could tell it was not his home in Little Kanto.


Someone was standing near the only lit lamp-post down the street. Under the light, the folds of their clothing alternated between blinding white and endless black.


Blanche didn't feel the sensation of walking, though he was aware that he had approached. Snowflakes blew into his eyes but did not sting.


"Take a walk with me," they said before they turned. Another lamp-post lit up down the street. The rays split his vision into quarters for a moment and blinded him.


He was beside the person clothed in two tones. Their skin was the color of the sea floor, and though dry it reflected the light as if it were anointed.


"Who are you?" Blanche asked.


"You know who I am," they replied. "I have always been with you."


Blanche looked behind him. He could not tell if there was one set of footprints or two. The falling snow was already covering the tracks.


"I have not always carried you. You have walked alone for quite a while." They paused. "I did not aid you as I might have liked, but my reach was limited. Despite this, you have made it to the ending and perhaps, if you wish, to the other side of the moon."


"I'm dead, aren't I? I didn't think my afterlife would ever be on the moon…" Blanche mumbled.


"You live. You will continue to live if you wish," they said. "You may not be alive, but you may live if you wish to."


"...That makes no sense."


"My more solemn aspects tend towards the poetic," they said. They looked towards the bright stars in the sky. "To live, all you need is to desire it. One does not necessarily live by being alive, but it seems that in your case, the opposite can become true."


"I can… live without being alive?" Blanche asked.


"Perhaps. Perhaps not. You are not alive in the usual sense. You live in a limbo between life and death, dream and reality, solstice and equinox."


A frozen gear broke off its icy coating and clicked inside of Blanche's head.


"I'm not dead yet?" he asked.


"You are not. You are in a state of transitioning, of liminality, of stepping through a threshold."


"I… see," Blanche said. If he could feel his body, he supposed he'd have gulped. "What does that… what does one do when trapped there?"


"Regret. Move on. Reflect. Continue living. Reminisce. Wait a bit longer. All of these are options for you, for you are not trapped. What use is a doorway that leads nowhere? Ultimately, you have a choice."


"Whether I live or die?" Blanche asked.


"Whether you accept the life you have lived or the life you intend to live," they said.


"You… you are who I think you are, right?"


"It may be hard to believe, but yes," they said.


Blanche nodded. "Then… what do you think I should do?"


"That is a question best answered with another question," they said. "Is your life worth living? For what are you living it for? Is your life worth the weight the world you carry on your shoulders? Is that life worth changing the world for?"


"Well…" Blanche had an answer on his tongue, though he was not sure of it.


They interrupted. "Do not give an unthought about answer. When hindsight is helpful, it is best to use it. You will see things that you did not see then and still do not see now."


"What will I see?" Blanche asked.


"The others I have carried," they said. "As from this point forward, it is your decision whether or not they must be carried any longer."




The sky above the forest canopy was gray; dark like rain clouds, bright like the sun. Snow slid off of leaves in clumps, dropping soundlessly to the ground. The trail was muddy though clear of ice.


Blanche became aware that he had been walking and stopped.


Something bumped into his back. A guffaw followed as they fell back.


Calem was looking up at him when he turned around, rubbing his back and wincing.


"Hey… ow." He stood up, still massaging the ache. "My name is-"


"I recognize you," Blanche said. "You're Calem."


"Huh." Calem blinked before shrugging. "Yeah, that makes sense. I'm part of you and Serena must've described me at some point. I just thought I ought to introduce myself," he said.


"You're also a video game character," Blanche said. "Or were."


"Who knows, really?" Calem queried. "Maybe that was just how your brain computed everyone's memories. I know there are some fortune tellers around here somewhere."


"Here?" Blanche asked.


"Everywhere, nowhere, somewhere," Calem shrugged again, "Our soul isn't very concrete."
"We… Our?" Blanche asked.


"You might think of it better as MissingNo's soul," Calem said. "All of our aura merged into one and you can use that. So, yeah, it's ours." He punched Blanche's shoulder. "You're a cool guy, don't worry about it."


"One day in thirty… I wouldn't say that's mine," Blanche said. "And it's not like it works when I need it. It's not going to help me anymore."


"You're not dead," Calem said.


"How?" Blanche asked.


"There's a lot happening on Earth right now," Calem said. He stared far into the distance, beyond the gray clouds. "This moment, this second; remember it. It's very bright out there. There's a lot to see."


Light broke through the cloud cover, painting the sky with the deepest sapphires and lightest rubies. It spiraled through the air and swirled into his pupils.


"Say hi to Serena for me, yeah? I still miss her," came a whisper in the wind.




There was a blanket of snow across the field. He could vaguely field the pattern in the concrete beneath his feet. There was a statue of the Legendary Birds not far away, with Articuno appearing the most prominent.


A shadow melted the snow beside him and though he didn't feel it, he turned to look.


There were five people standing there. Four women and a man. Each of them had a different hair color: orange, green, purple, blue, and bright red for the man. The women wore a visor striped with orange-tinted glass and metal vents.


Blanche had an intense itch in the forefront of his brain.


"You're… no, you're Team Flare, aren't you?" Blanche asked.


"That's right," the man said. He towered over Blanche even as he didn't move.


He supposed that it was supposed to hurt when he socked him in the jaw, but he missed the sensation entirely.


"It's Xerosic," he said, scoffing as he adjusted his glove. The snow didn't seem to weigh down his star-pointed hair. "I'm a man of science, so I won't concern myself with any further violence. You'll be dealing with plenty of that soon enough."


Blanche sat up in the snow, dampness clinging to every inch of his skin. "So I'm not dead yet?"


One of the other scientists said, "As dead as any of us, brat."


"So, dead." Blanche sighed. "Everyone is being way too vague."


"We're dead in the sense that we don't have a body. You're dead in the sense that you've never been alive in the first place," said another.


"I'm as valuable as dirt. Forgive me if I'm not surprised," Blanche said dryly.


"More like a sword or shield," one said. "An utter tool, but a useful one."


"Certainly one better to have than to have not," agreed another.


"I suppose."


"Wait," Blanche said. "I get all of this, you're losing me… what's the point? I'm the avatar of MissingNo, all of you… I get that, but what does any of that mean? What am I supposed to do now?"


"That's your choice," a scientist said.


"No, it's not!" Blanche exploded. "If I'm dead, I'm dead, no two ways about it! Am I or am I not? Give me a straight answer, damn it!"


"What does it mean to die?" another asked.


"To leave."


"To be left behind."


"To do the leaving."


"To be the last."


"To die."


Their voices came all at once.


Blanche clutched at his head in pain. "Give me an answer!"


"If you want to quit here, then quit. If you're ready to give up, then give up. If you want to leave the world behind, then go ahead. Everyone else dies because you're a coward and you don't want the pain. If you go back, then it's going to hurt like hell. What are you going to do then?"


"Do they… will they really?"


"It's your choice," one said.


A light crested over the horizon and split the snowstorm as if it were breaking glass.


"SO YOU BETTER MAKE IT COUNT!"




There was a Pokémon Lab in Lumiose City. A Garchomp rested in the courtyard, its head bowed over its fins beneath the rain shelter. Blankets protected its reptilian body from the cold, though there was another source of heat.


Blanche stood up and looked around. The city was shorter than before, spread further out. Garchomp's body was still, though it emanated a feeling of calm. It was like the day itself had been carved from stone and memorialized.


"How are you feeling?" someone asked.


A woman was standing in the door when he turned. Her hair was jet black with only a few strands of gray. Her lab coat was uncannily similar to the Professor's, either of them.


"It's not right for us to put so much stress on a young boy like you," she sighed. "Oh, and you may call me Aveline. Professor Aveline Sycamore."


"You…"


She waved a hand in front of her face, smiling gently, "Oh, no, I'm not the one you're thinking of. I was quite flattered when Augustine gave her my name. I supposed he managed to remember something after all of this business."


"Are you his… sister?" Blanche asked. Stress could do strange things to the body, and he'd never been good at guessing ages. Augustine was around thirty, right?


She gave a hearty laugh. "Oh, you flatter me. I suppose we did a good job making you. But, alas, I am actually his mother."


"Oh. I'm sorry I called him a bastard that one time," Blanche offered.


"He tries his best. I'm surprised you didn't snap at him sooner," she said. "He's always been a joker. You wouldn't believe some of the things he got up to in Trainer School."


"I'm not quite sure I'm ready to hear them," Blanche said, "With all due respect."


"No offense taken. I suppose you'd like to hear about, well, here, I suppose?" she asked.


"Yeah. I mean, please, if you could," Blanche said. "So, where is here?"


"The better question is," she began, "What is here? Blanche, this is a place as much as water is wet. It depends on your perspective. So truly, the best way to describe this place is as a question."


"A choice, I'm guessing," Blanche said.


"It is, but first and foremost, it's a question we all have to answer sooner or later." She peered down at him, and if she had glasses, the motion would have seemed exactly like one of Aveline's. "Are you willing to die?"


"Yes," Blanche answered without skipping a beat.


"Hm." She clasped her hands behind her back. "I suppose that's the problem."


"No, I mean," Blanche struggled for the words, "I'm willing to die for the right cause, if it means someone else who can lead a better life than me lives, or-"


"That's a justification, but your answer came first," Aveline said. "I should have asked if you are willing to accept death, as that would truly get to the core of the issue."


Blanche was silent.


"I regret that we built you as the perfect hero," she explained, "As a person who is willing to throw away everything with the right stimuli. I regret that we had to manipulate people, no matter how little, in order to arrive at this destination. I regret that you became a person who felt pain like any other but was not given the choice to suffer. I regret that you're human. It isn't fair to you. I regret that I passed. Perhaps I could have guided you all down a better path and told Lysandre to take a hike."


"Maybe," Blanche said dully.


"Don't try to distance yourself from the situation," she said off-handedly. "There is avoiding pain and there is ignoring it. If you hadn't removed yourself from the loss of your friends, perhaps you could have done more. If you remove yourself now, you will make the wrong choice."


"Can't I rest? Blanche asked. "Is there anything but a lifetime of pain for me?"


"There's pain within everyone's destiny," Aveline said. "Perhaps you will not receive your fair share. You have already taken much more. That isn't a reason to give up."


"You don't know what it's like," Blanche snapped.


"I'm dead, not a fool," Aveline said. She stuck her hands in her lab coat pockets, much like Augustine would have. "You have the chance to right the wrongs dealt to you and prevent others from feeling that same pain. Ironically enough, there are two beings already guaranteeing that, though both present false shields." She ticked off her fingers. "One is MissingNo, where we are right now." She ticked off another. "The other whomst was named for me."


"What is Aveline?" Blanche asked. "Exactly what is she?"


"Aveline is much like you, though different. The will of which she was born was blind. She existed as a byproduct rather than an intended result. When this world grew stronger, it gave birth to her. From the minds, hearts, and souls of man and Pokémon, she was given form. From the overlapping nature of souls, she became something more. But because she was born without purpose, she had to create her own. That is how she is unlike you. She wished to be human. You wish to be nothing."


"I don't-"


"It's easier to deny responsibility, but don't. You complain, you whine, but ultimately, you want someone to tell you you're wrong."


"..."


"Fortunately, you're correct."


Blanche's head shot up. "What?"


"Again, I'm not a fool," Aveline said. "I have seen inside of all of us, we have seen what has occurred on Earth. You're as human as any other. You have the same mind, the same heart, the same urges," she said clinically. "You're simply unique; you're no more or less human because of it."


"But I-" Blanche was cut off.


"This is the reason I regret you being human, because as a rule, people are ignorant, and when they believe they are exceptions, they are misguided. You are misguided as anyone else can be. Mistakes, flaws, attributes you find lacking, those make you human. Biological definition is irrelevant. Once you accept that and accept that you're alive, maybe you can start living."


"No, no! You made me like this, a tool, a weapon, whatever!" Blanche snapped back. "All of you! I'm not taking advice from the people that made me this way!"


"You don't have to," Aveline said, "Because you're free to be wrong. You're free to make that choice. You're only required to be aware of the consequences. Before all of this, no one could live in a bubble, free from the outside worlds and results of their actions." Aveline gestured to herself, and then to the horizon.


Light was sweeping over the clouds, breaking through the frozen cover as if it were glass.


"Now, you're the only one who can choose to break free of that bubble. Will you remain here and leave the world empty, or will you try to free the others trapped within an abyss of aura? Will you let Xerneas be defeated and let the world be destroyed, or will you let Yveltal be defeated and make the world that much more powerful, that much more hostile? The future depends on you." Her voice began fading. "Make a choice, because if you make none at all, then there will be nothing and no one left to blame you!"


Blanche retreated inside his own thoughts.




A tower of light pierced the Heavens above Lumiose-3.


Like a flower, the Earth's second sun bloomed into an infinite number of petals.


Plants began burrowing towards the city in a four-winged spiral as Xerneas began rising upon a skyscraper of roots.


From the origin at the center of the city, the Earth's crust was split into three chunks by a beam that struck for miles at a time. Yveltal rose into the air, beating its wings as it screeched at life's entropy.


In the hills to the west, a slumbering giant placed its hand on a snowy peak. Mountain ranges shattered in its grip as they were used like mere handrails.


As light poured further and further into the sky, the auras of people and Pokémon began to flutter to the ground.




The world dimmed around him, even as light began burning through his eyelids. It was like he was walking on air, free of every sensation and even of the wind whistling around him. It was total, infinite space.


Why shouldn't I just give up here? What will change if I go back? Can I change anything by myself?


Light encroached on him further.


Why should I? Why ignore the chance to make my life worth something? Could there be something else waiting for me at the end?


Would they be happy without him?


Wouldn't they?


I'm not a hero. Everything I've done… It was all for me. I always did it because it would keep me safe or to pay my debts. Have I ever been a hero without trying to be? Have I made anyone's life better by just… existing?


He saw Audino. It was hard to believe that their presence had shocked him when he first woke up. If he had been faster, he could have stopped Genesect from ever corrupting them. But if he hadn't been there at all…


He saw Ariel in his mind's eye. Had she really been so withdrawn? Was she really that much like him before they met? Would her life have been better without him? What would have happened to her?


He saw Trevor and he saw Nihilego pulling him into its grasp. Would Serena have gotten there in time to save him? Why had he done that when he was just a bystander? No one expected him to do something, so why did he?


He saw Aveline. She just wanted to be human, didn't she? She just wanted to have what he had, what he had ignored. She was what she was, but she tried to be more. Had he ever done that?


He saw Michael and Clemont. They weren't the closest, sure, but they were… kind to him, even when he was practically a lab rat. They'd shared meals with him while he was still living in FLARE. Why had they done that? Why had he reciprocated and felt something greater than debt?


He saw Augustine. As eccentric as he was with his interpersonal relationships, the man had always been warm to him. He was almost like the father he couldn't remember, or rather, the father might never have had. He'd taken in Aveline and become a voice of purposefully-flawed reason for all of them. He'd sacrificed his professional reputation for what? The chance for overlooked Professors to avoid scrutiny?


He saw Serena. She was hurting, constantly hurting, and he'd tried to make it better. Ultimately, he failed. Was that because he was weak, or because she was? Why did she care so much about what he said and what he thought. Would she forgive him if he gave up too? Would she understand?


He saw Shauna. They were vitriolic at best, but it was… fun. Would he have been the same person without anyone to oppose him? Would he have ever improved? It wasn't fair for her to treat him like she did for a mistake. It wasn't fair for him to treat them like nothing because of his mistake, his inability to stop Aveline from absorbing them.


He saw Tierno. He was a friend. Did he see himself in Blanche? Was that the reason he cared so much about him? Were they just too similar to ignore? When Blanche snapped, when he got angry, Tierno may not have succeeded in deescalating, but he tried, and he understood. Did he know what it was like to feel useless? Why didn't he want Blanche to feel that way.


He saw Gin. The kid was an idiot, but he was the sort of idiot that played it up intentionally. There was always something turning in his head, always some sort of scheme that necessitated Blanche's involvement. Was that because he was useful, or because Gin wanted to include him? Why… why would he do that?


He saw Miss Grace. A dorm mother in the best terms, but she tried. She gave him and Ariel a roof over their heads with nothing but a recommendation. Even when he got in trouble, fought with Shauna, or got into one of his moods, she never kicked him out. She never even hinted at doing so. What had he done that deserved such generosity? What could he do to return it?


He saw Chespin and his evolution. He was a partner that attached himself to Blanche and never let go, not even when going up against impossible odds. Why did he do that? It wasn't anything to do with aura. What had Blanche done to inspire such confidence? Why did Chespin believe in him?


He saw Rosa. A crazy friend, but a friend, not someone who thought he was someone or something he wasn't. They were just friends, it wasn't any more complicated than that. Why did he try to comfort her like that would help? Why did it work?


He saw Tencent. A tiny little bit of Zygarde, something that supposedly represented nature and balanced. Blanche couldn't be said to be either of those things, but Tencent had tolerated him as an ally, almost treating him like a friend. Were they just a naive portion of something greater, or did they see something in him?


He saw Plusle and Minun. They hadn't really stuck with him because he had captured them, had they? They were Anomalies, they didn't think like normal Pokémon. They had a will of their own and yet, they stayed. Why?


He saw Ash. Someone who traveled from across the land, someone completely different from him. Yet, he pledged himself to Blanche after only minutes of meeting him. Was he an immature teenager like the rest of them, or did he see something else? What had he done to deserve that kind of loyalty?


He saw Salem. She was as insane as the rest of them. Perhaps as a joke, perhaps not, but she never tried to hurt anyone. She must have seen something in his head, considering all of the things running around inside of it. Did she choose not to share that because he might not have wanted her to? Why did she treat him like an equal based on nothing?


He saw Whitley. Even after being hurt by the world, she kept moving. Instead of raging against FLARE because they'd hurt her while she was trapped by Golurk, she'd joined them. Why? Did she want to stop anyone from doing anything like that again? When everything had gone wrong, why did she rely on him to power her Gear? What kind of reliability had she seen in him?


He saw Silvally. He'd been hurt like Blanche, a victim of something greater on the scale of which neither could comprehend. Blanche had freed him, and by freeing him, they'd come to an understanding. Humanity had hurt Silvally, and Blanche would take on that pain like a giant under the sky. He would never let anyone or anything suffer like that again, never let anyone control something that couldn't choose to fight back. Was that why Silvally was loyal to him?


He saw Santiago. They were the same, with the same abilities, everything, yet they were on different sides. Did that mean Santiago was flawed, or that Blanche was irrational? Then again… since when had humans ever been rational?


Red eyes burned in an endless darkness.


"Alright, MissingNo," Blanche said. "I've made my choice."


As the world exploded into static, eighteen golden feathers orbited around Blanche's body. A gilded crown came to a rest on his forehead, digging in as if built of talons.


The black of his pupils seemed to stretch on forever, like the gaping maw of a beast.


With hands that did not seem like his own, Blanche reached out into the darkness and tore it away.


"Let's go!" he roared. With millions of voices echoing his words, it was like they bounced on the walls of an endless catacomb.


Darkness turned into light. Blanche made his choice.


He was going to live. He wasn't going to pay them back. He was going to do what was right for the sake of it, not for his guilt nor his pain. He was going to do the right thing, even if it took him beyond the edge of the Universe and into the great unknown.


And by going beyond infinity, it could be said that he began growing exponentially.




AIAM FIELD PATTERN: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER.


Designation: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER.


Artificial Teleport Request Inbound


FLARE Designation: ERROR. MISSING NUMBER




Flowers sprouted from the Earth and through the many cracks in the pavement. Plumes of dust exploded into the air beneath a wild, uncaring force that brought only oblivion. Green specks flew from across the sky, funneling into the golem of the Earth in a hexagonal downward spiral.


A thousand crystals within Xerneas's antler gleamed as an artificial moon appeared above it, radiating a piercing light towards its enemies.


Yveltal recoiled in and from the burning air, letting loose a violent screech before returning a beam in kind. In an instant, empty skyscrapers crumbled into dust beneath a wing of energy.


Zygarde stood its ground, bracing and shimmering with scales. The buildings around it dissolved as if they were caught in the backdraft of an explosion. They were there one moment, and simply gone the next.


A spire of light pierced the dark star that floated above Lumiose-3, becoming like the stem of a flower as petals exploded outwards. A pulse of pressure washed over them, nearly unnoticeable compared to the Legendary's own, but the effect was palpable. The flower's petals swirled back into the stem, shooting skyward.


Xerneas sensed life within the spire, something that was growing more and more with each passing moment. Something like itself.


Yveltal occupied itself once again with Zygarde, as it had years before. When Zygarde defeated Yveltal, Xerneas would be allowed to run free for a precious few minutes. Those few minutes gave Life the tools it needed to grow stronger, to conquer the universe.


And so, Xerneas focused on the spire, moving away from the other two legends and leaving a trail of shattered buildings and writhing vines in its wake.




Through the dark star a spire rose, taking all that it was along with it.


There was a storm in Lumiose-3, though it was all contained within Blanche's consciousness. He felt it slowly erode away, little bit little, the walls breaking down. Those broken walls became doorways for others to walk through.


"Hey," someone said, leaning on the doorframe. They wore a blue suit of what seemed like stone armor, covered in straps and bandages, though their head was uncovered.


The room inside his soul was dark, and he was hardly aware of the physical world.


"You're doing great. Really. You remind me of myself," Hilbert said. "It's been, what, four years since the Heavens Shattered? That's an omen back in Sinnoh, I should have seen this coming."


"I don't think you could have done anything," Blanche said.


"No, probably not," Hilbert sighed. "All the aura in the world can't protect me from something that absorbs it. This… this whole thing has been weird. The star was like an eye. There's a lot of people there, waiting to come out. They've seen you. They've seen what's happened. They'll help you."


"Why?" Blanche asked.


"Because they helped me the last time this happened, though I don't think they knew it."


"But you're a hero," Blanche said, "I'm just… me."


"You have the chance to be something more. Don't be a hero, at least, not full time. We've had this talk before," Hilbert said. "Right now, you have the chance to do something heroic, and that's a chance everyone can take."


"Even something like me?" Blanche asked.


"Even someone like you," Hilbert answered. He knocked his head back and hummed in thought. "Tell you what. Golurk, Shaymin, all my guys, they're all knocking around in there somewhere. They're eager to help too. What's it called, a boon? No, I'll do you one better. I've been compared to a god before, like a Legendary Pokémon, so I guess you could call this my blessing."


A light broke through the floor, pulsing with blue-green as it passed through Blanche. It shot higher into the air than should have been possible, revealing that it was not a dark room, but indeed, an open space beneath an endless sea of blue.


Hilbert pushed himself off of the freestanding gateway. "I call it spiral power or willpower depending on the day, but for you… I think it's better to call it the Power of Us."


More rays joined it, tracing a spiral throughout the hill that seemed to go on forever.


Hilbert offered his hand to shake. As he did so, the armor he wore turned a vibrant shade of gray that seemed to be tinted purple. "Call it whatever you want. I'll trust you with my power. That's…" Hilbert paused in thought. "Well, that's how a drill works. If I hold onto it forever, then the people that come after me will be weaker for it. A drill is only as strong as its support structure. That's what keeps it from shattering itself."


"I…" Blanche hesitated before shaking Hilbert's hand. "I see that now. Thank you."


"Don't thank me. Thank everyone else by getting us out of this mess," Hilbert said. His armor dissolved from his body, revealing a strangely casual set of clothing. As the armor spiraled around Blanche's body and began to coalesce, Hilbert turned and walked back towards the gate. "Take good care of them, yeah?" Hilbert said, waving back over his shoulder. "If you lose, I'll have been wrong and I'll have done all of this for no good reason."


"Right," Blanche said. "I will."


Hilbert's head ducked, as if he was laughing, before he passed through the gateway and turned into nothing but air.


Blanche stood there for a moment, at the peak of an endless hill. Stone outcroppings stuck out of the grass, seeming to have grown from the tips rather than the bases. In that moment, Blanche realized that they were, in fact, drills, and that they numbered well past infinity.


"I'm sorry for all of this," someone said.


He turned again, and an outcropping he'd seen moments before had become a gateway.


Aveline stood, her head bowed and her glasses hanging onto her face by a thread.


"I'm just… I don't know why I was created like-"


"It's not your fault," Blanche said.


"But I… This wouldn't have happened if-"


"You're as much of a victim as any of us," Blanche said. He closed his eyes as his chest tightened. "You wanted to be human, like… us."


"I did," Aveline said, her voice small.


"Don't be ashamed of that," Blanche spoke harshly. "If you want to be human, then it means you want something. That makes you human as far as I'm concerned."


"I could have held on longer," Aveline said. "I could have given you all the chance to get away. I should have left the city as soon as I could-"
"But then we would've been short an ally," Blanche said. "We need you. You're a person, you're our friend. If you had left, who's to say none of us would have died?"


"Aren't you mad?"


"Yes, I'm mad. I'm not mad at you. That would be stupid. I won't blame you for something that's not your fault. You're a product of the world we live in," Blanche said, "And that's something I won't blame anyone but those that came before for."


"I… I see," Aveline said. "Will they forgive me?"


"I don't know," Blanche said. "I had problems with becoming human myself. But none of us, none of your friends will blame you for it. Anyone else, well, they'll have a problem with me, too."


Aveline smiled weakly before pushing her glasses up. "That does tend to be the solution that works the best. For what it's worth… thank you for trying not to blame me." Aveline's glided towards him, dissolving into the blue-green light. Like leaves on the wind, they flew towards the sky until he couldn't see them anymore.


Blanche closed his eyes in thought, smiling sadly while he faced the sky.


"Hm."


Another drill had become a gateway while his attention had been drawn away.


Lysandre stood with his arms behind his back, solidly in front of one of the gates.


Blanche offered a salute.


"Do not mock me," Lysandre said.


Blanche offered a different salute that used only one finger.


Lysandre sighed. "Why did it have to turn out this way? Children have to determine the fate of the world, truly, what is next? Playing card games to determine the fate of the universe? And don't answer any of those questions, I do not care to listen to you gloat."


A reply died on Blanche's lips and he laughed with a hand scratching his neck. "It was probably for the best that you didn't blow up everything first. This… this kind of sucks."


"Naturally," Lysandre said. "It is almost as if I was trying to achieve something greater than an explosive finality for the human race."


"But I was right," Blanche said.


"Yes, but it could have been different," Lysandre said. He walked up the hill and stared out at the sunless horizon. "I would have preferred this was unnecessary. For it to happen again… I truly have failed."


"We can still bring them back," Blanche said, restating Lysandre's goal.


"Perhaps. Perhaps not. I do not believe in certainties," Lysandre said. "To do so is foolish. I only believe in the past and what I have seen, not what I might."


"Hm," Blanche said. "Then maybe we aren't so similar."


"It is for the best," Lysandre said. "If we had been the same, the world would have been stuck in perpetuity. In another world, maybe it still is. It is a beautiful thing that our world can change, I see that now. Or rather, I have begun learning that recently."


"How'd you manage that?" Blanche asked.


"Hmph." Lysandre closed his eyes. "No reason in particular. Do what you must. I have no grand advice to offer you. I have never been a mentor to you children. It was for the best that Augustine handled you. All I can do, and all you can trust in me to tell you to do, is to do all that you can to stay alive long enough to bring them back. Do you understand?"


"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Blanche said. "I'm understanding a lot more things recently."


"How do you manage that?" Lysandre asked.


"I try my best."


Lysandre nodded. Flames flickered from Lysandre's hair and engulfed him, leaving empty space as smoke spiraled towards the sky.


Blanche looked to the sky. The thousands of spirals spinning in the atmosphere were coming closer, drowning out the cloudy sky with a blinding white. Static began melding into the spirals like static, overtaking them until the entire sky was like a television set to a dead channel.


It is time.


Blanche didn't flinch when he came face to face with two red stars and an maw that extended as far as the Universe.


"I know."


You are aware of what will happen?


"I know what I came here for," Blanche said. "I know that I can be a hero for these people, even if I don't believe I am one. I know that what I have now is a chance to go all the way. I know that I can go even further."


Then I believe that is enough talk.


MissingNo's form began breaking apart. The red beams that bent to make up its body began straightening and breaking apart, floating in the air towards Blanche.


You are more than I ever anticipated, my avatar.


"I'm just a guy," Blanche said. "No more, no less."


Hmph. Then I suppose this is goodbye.


MissingNo's head, if it could be called that, began fading. Even as it lost its form, Blanche could feel himself growing stronger, every nerve burning with electricity.


"I hope we'll never need you again," Blanche said.


I do as well. I suppose my own chance at becoming human rests with you as well.


MissingNo reared its head back in once last show of defiance against fate and laughed.


Bring them back, bring them home! The living and the dead are behind you, and now, you are their speaker. For them, you can change the world! The chance is there, so take it! BECOME EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER DREAMED! BECOME THE ALCHEMIST!


MissingNo dissolved entirely, leaving Blanche alone in the valley of empty gateways.


He heard a final whisper in the wind.


We'll all meet again someday, I suppose.


Blanche felt his presence fold. Not inwards, as it did not collapse. Instead, it folded outwards like an explosion uncontained.


Soon enough, his presence was greater than his vision of drills. It was his presence that had become a drill in reality itself.


The instance that had existed for him was a temporary haven, and like the false heaven it was, it was destined to be shattered.




Something in his chest twitched as his body burned back into reality and began his flight to the Heavens.




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From armor made of stone, a great silver cape flowed in the wind. It was tinted red and seemed to drip like mercury. The stone seemed to glow more and more with each passing moment, illuminated such that it could only be described as gray. Thousands of scales covered his body, each shifting in an unstoppable wind like they weighed nothing. Straps and buckles overlaid his joints in a familiar pattern; he'd seen the pattern etched into his own skin for years.


His vision was tinted red as well, and as he felt for his face, he felt the wind rush past him as he began descending towards Earth. From the feeling of his fingers, though covered in stone gauntlets, he felt the edges of his visor perfectly. It felt like the outline of a spiky, organic triangle, almost like a flower. It poured over his scalp like flames, sticking up like a knight's plume of feathers on the sides.


He felt for his chest as he fell past the broken cloud cover. His battery didn't vibrate, not even a little. The light pouring out of it wasn't a pure white, but a bright blue and green.


A tower of roots came into view, pouring over the remaining skyscrapers in the city like they were part of a stairway. They wrapped and writhed, and in the few moments he'd been looking, another building collapsed under the weight.


A little ways away from that, something that was similar to a bird but not quite flew past, the red on its back inspiring dread in Blanche upon just viewing it. Yveltal left dead spots in his vision by simply flying by.


As he blinked away the pain and splotches of darkness, he saw Zygarde's true form.


On instinct, Blanche tried to push himself away. Ten clawed wings of red light sprouted from his back with a hiss of ozone, stopping his fall.


Seconds later, a Thousand Arrows shot across the city from a single point on Zygarde's back. For a moment, he couldn't see the ground. They blasted through buildings, around the outskirts, up to where he would've been if he'd reacted a second later. Each arrow was twice Blanche's height, but they dodged and weaved as if they were water bugs reacting to a ripple. They tore through clouds and away at the roots of Xerneas's perch as the battle continued.


"This is what happened when the Heavens Shattered?" Blanche whispered. Between life, death, and something stronger than both, and on such a scale with such a minimal effort… how had there been a world left to save at all?
The voice of Augustine's mother echoed in his mind.


"If Xerneas is defeated, Yveltal will destroy even more. If Yveltal is defeated, then everything will live… more?" Blanche paused. "Aura will get stronger… Anomalies will get stronger…"


When he arrived at the final truth, it hit him like a truck.


If Xerneas was allowed any leeway, it would increase all life's aura until it could increase no more. Anomalies would grow stronger, destroy more of the world much faster than before. The Espers would get stronger too, but… who was to say that they would be good? Considering the Espers he did know, what was to say that an excess of aura didn't cause some sort of mental break? A world where anyone could take what they wanted… would that be the right world to make people live in?


If Yveltal was Xerneas's opposite, then it would likely decrease everything's aura instead. There would be those that would become just like him. Pokémon would become animals and humans would be unshielded against the sheer amount of them. A world where the odds were stacked against everyone, with the only guarantee in life remaining what it always had been… could he really force people to live in a world like that.


Blanche saw the possible futures clearly. There would be a world painted with all colors of every type, where nature destroyed everything they had and life cannibalized itself. There would be a world where there was nothing, where the streets would once again become dirt and become soaked with blood as a world of violence suddenly saw its consequences. If neither were defeated, then the world would continue as it was in front of him.


Zygarde couldn't defeat both Legendaries at the same time. Blanche certainly couldn't.


But maybe… maybe he could make it close enough.


If he helped against Xerneas, then even if Yveltal fell first, the world's aura would only grow so much before Zygarde caught up. He could mitigate the kind of world where he had to fight to live, and stop other people from living the same nightmare he had.


He was Blanche. That was who he was. He wasn't a Legendary Pokémon, he was just… him, and he knew that well.


But if he could just push Xerneas back, even just a little… he could make sure that there would be a day after tomorrow, and that it could be protected.


He was not aware of a weapon forming, but as he felt the weight in his hands, he knew that the strength he had would have to be enough. He had no other option but to believe, because of all of the people that believed in him.


He dove, wind whistling in his ears. Another wave of Thousand Arrows shot towards him from every direction. Like the ribbon of a dancer onstage, his wings flapped sporadically, changing his trajectory before an arrow could hit him. With each pulse, it was like he was hearing MissingNo right behind him.


Blanche raised his sword, which was truly something more than that. It was a pointed lance, though all of its surface vibrated and seemed to spin on an axis. Were it made of metal, it would have seemed to be a slab of raw iron. In fact, it was a slab of raw stone, stone that moved of its own accord. The wall of the soul, only made physical and molded into the bit of an enormous drill. The air itself was following its rotation, kicking up a minor hurricane around where he flew.


"Excuse my French, but I think it'll top it all off well." In the moments before, he had been smirking. Beneath his helmet, Blanche's face tensed and his stomach fell. A fire roared inside of him and he knew that the only path forward would douse that flame. He forced a grim smile onto his face and glared at Xerneas as he burst forward. "En garde, couillon."


Xerneas's antlers lit up with a thousand lights as he drew closer. Light scattered in his vision, stretching out and condensing in a way that burned his eyes with just a glance. The air stretched further around him, the lights wrapping around him and Xerneas before enclosing in a solid sphere. He forced his eyes shut as the brightness matched that of the sun-


But Blanche saw it.


And indeed, the World Had Gone Beautiful.




With a tendril of rubble and steel, held together by draconic energy, Zygarde pulled Yveltal from the sky. A ring of earth wrapped around its wing and swung it over the entire city, flying in an miles-long arc just below mach one.


A sonic boom rippled across the ruined city as Yveltal crashed to the ground.


A cell lit up on Zygarde's body.


A figure of aura appeared in front of them. A girl, with two ponytailed hair buns and a determined gleam in her eyes, pointed forward. Her body was only there in essence, and it was quickly blown away by the wind.


The cell began burning brighter.


Zygarde's scales began flickering and inverting as Yveltal rose into the air once again.


Over the entire area of Lumiose-3, dust began settling like rain. It blotted out the full moon that hung overhead.




Green grass extended as far as the eye could see. Flowers of every color waved in a fierce, but unforceful wind. The sun beat down on the endless hills, not burning him up nor leaving him out in the cold. It seemed artificially created to be as sustainable as possible; a space where life could live to the fullest.


He looked up. The sky was pure white. When he squinted his eyes, his visor seemed to magnify. Tiny particles floated there, welding and splitting like nothing.


Blanche realized that they looked like how nuclear fusion and fission had always been diagrammed back home. There was no nuclear radiation in his new world, he'd never seen nor heard of it. The region was powered by dams, windmills, or Infinity Energy; never nuclear.


But there it was above him.


Was it having no effect because of his armor, or because the half-life was simply that short? Life…


It clicked for him.


Xerneas was a… deity, for lack of a better word, of life. That may not have been purely organic. Life as a function, as a concept, as a function of science; was that what Xerneas ruled?


By that logic, Yveltal must have been the only thing holding it back from irradiating the entire world. To rule over death, it must have caused instantaneous half-life as well.


Perhaps the duality wasn't as two-dimensional as he often thought.


He felt the heat intensify behind him, even through the stone armor and wings of energy.


Xerneas towered above him, its presence doing more to impose on him than its height over Blanche. The lights that shined so brightly before seemed washed out. He realized that was because its light was surrounding him entirely.


He looked around again. The wind still blew. It wasn't an illusion, it simply couldn't have been. As far as the eye could see, it felt real, like he was standing there, but also as if he was on a threshold.


A location between time and space. Perhaps he had entered one before and simply hadn't recognized it. This was the power of a truly Legendary Pokémon, Blanche did recognize, a power that could create the Heavens.


Xerneas still stood, regal and unmoving, simply watching Blanche.


"You can speak, right?" Blanche asked.


A warbling chirp bounced between the hills. It wasn't sharp, but forcefully soothing. It seemed like a lullaby, but there was a tinge to each note that would make it too unsettling to relax around. Xerneas raised its head, its mouth becoming a blur as it cycled through notes, almost like a song.


Suddenly, its song was cut out. A whisper carried across the wind, though Blanche could not understand it.


"Hm?"


"I… must apologize. I have not spoken the human tongue for some time," Xerneas said. Its voice was androgynous, neither low nor high, but certainly regal. "I cannot allow you to defeat me. If Yveltal is left unchecked, then all life shall surely perish."


"I don't believe that. If I were to defeat you, then surely Yveltal would be defeated first by Zygarde. That's not the real reason. I refuse to believe a demigod isn't smart enough to know that."


"Do you really wish for the truth? I see. The truth is that I am prideful, and rightfully so. All life on Earth is fueled by my energy, just as all death is caused by Yveltal's. I am they who hold you back from the veil. Should I leave this realm, then it will surely fall into disarray and destruction. All life, humans, Pokémon, owe everything that they are to me. I am more than the sum of those parts, because it was I who created them. Those that believe they are greater than that are Anomalies. Those that believe they are less than that are…"


Xerneas paused.


"Humans, truly, I do not understand. Most do not use the gifts I have given them to their fullest. They either believe in a false truth under Zekrom, or the Universe's truth under Reshiram. Even where it is possible for them to conquer the unliving, they do not. They believe that what is not alive has value, in things such as sentimentality, only to apply it to that which is without spirit. Instead of using their life to achieve everything they can, they leave objectives uncompleted for those that follow. It is a waste. It is a fool's errand that only endears them to Yveltal, none at all to me. If one lives, then they ought to live to the fullest. That is the truth."


"No. No, that's your ideal! We can be more than what created us. We can grow beyond that! That's what it means to be human. That's what it means to be alive!"


"Of course you can grow. If you can grow, why do you humans choose not to? Why don't you choose to live to the fullest?"


"Because just being alive doesn't mean you're living! If you only live for your own sake, for "survival," then you're not living at all."


"That is irrational," Xerneas spoke.


"Since when have we ever been rational?" Blanche asked. "They're not false truths, they're our ideals. If you live for nothing and no one, then you're not living. You're just… alive. If you believe in nothing, if you have no ideals, then what are you really doing?"


"Living. Similarly, I do not understand those that sacrifice themselves for others. If one is to live, they must utilize their own gifts, not rely on others. Those that waste my gifts on those that choose to be weak; those are the humans I do not understand."


"Then what about me? What do you say about my gifts? Because I have nothing from you! I don't need your gifts to be alive."


"You are not. You are a combination of synapses and flesh, nothing more. If I have given you no soul, then you simply do not have one. You are an Anomaly in this world. You are a demon from realms unknown."


"I might not be from this world, but there are other worlds out there." Blanche pointed at Xerneas. "Ultra Beasts, monsters from outer space, how do you explain those? Things from beyond space and time that live here? Explain that!"


"They are from beyond my reach. They are not alive. They are daemons as well. They are drains upon this world's body, a worthless addition. They serve no function to Life."


"Then you aren't a god," Blanche said. "You're a liar too."


"If the truth is considered a lie, then so be it. I will enforce that lie for the good of Life. I will remove that which is without worth. I will excise you from this world's body and free the lives you have trapped within yourself."


"I'm alive," Blanche said, pointing back at himself. "The living and the dead are united behind me. What do you have to say to that?"
"You are the demon that leads them to Yveltal's domain," Xerneas said. "And to save them, to give them life, you must die."


"If that happens," Blanche said, bracing himself and raising his sword. He gave a single snicker. "Well, I can accept that. If it takes my life to create the Heavens on Earth, then so be it."


Xerneas bowed to him. "En garde."


Blanche bowed back. "I really am sorry about all of this; still has to be done."


The pocket of reality that contained them blurred into motion.


Antlers crashed against Blanche's body, sticking into every one of his muscles as he stabbed forward into empty air. He flew back, the stone that had been cut away regenerating with nothing beneath.


Xerneas stood against his as he levitated, not pursuing but instead standing still in its valley.


Blanche grit his teeth and raised his sword again.


Antlers tore against his shoulder at the speed of sound, sending him ripping through the endless hills and trailing only plant matter. There was no earth or mineral beneath them, only an endless cascade of life.


He rolled to the side as Xerneas appeared and tried to gore him. Its antlers burned the flowers he had landed in, irradiating them and turning them a smoldering black.


A lick of flame exploded within him, and he shot forward, bringing up the blade towards Xerneas's torso.


It continued like this, seemingly for hours, then days, then months. Throughout this, their world did not seem to rotate, nor did the unknown sun set. The sky was burned a permanent gray, one that Blanche had begun to ignore entirely. It was a stalemate in which Blanche could not count time. He counted in wounds, both those his armor received and those he dispensed to Xerneas.


Despite the damage continually being done, both continued to regenerate. The landscape did the same at an even faster rate, recovering as if nothing had happened.


Blanche raised his sword once more.


"I could make you a human of this world," Xerneas screeched. "I could give you the life all demons desire! Why do you fight against Life?"


Before he thought of an answer, he shot forward for a fourth time. In return for a glancing blow along Xerneas's flank, he received a stab through his ribs.


The hills were destroyed further.


Blanche rose as they began regenerating once again.


"Because you're not Life," he said, running a hand along the rotating blades. He barely felt the hum of the drill, but its heart beat all the same. "You may give it, but you are not Life. You would have the world cannibalize itself in pursuit of your ideals. "That's not Life. That's a hell that I won't allow anyone to create!"


An antler stuck itself through his stomach and threw him into the hills. Blue-green blood flecked out across the flowered valley. Everywhere he looked in the sky, there was only the burning light of radiation, of the sheer force of warmth that was life.


Clawed wings lifted him from the earth once more.


A moon appeared above him. Clenching his teeth so tight that they could have shattered, he was bathed in the heat of radiation. Chunks of his armor weakened into dust and blew away in the wind, though they quickly returned.


He plummeted towards the fields, his wings unable to catch him.


Xerneas stood above the crater and the cloud of petals he had created.


Blanche stood up again, placing his sword's blade against the cable-like vines that he'd cut through. He glared at Xerneas.


"I might fall seven times, but I will always, always stand up eight!"


As he shot forward, his wings burned so bright that it seemed as if they were made of static.


"I'd do anything to stop that, no matter what it costs me. That's the purpose of my life!" Blanche shouted, as if his voice could carry all the way to the walls of eternity. "That's what I'm here for! That's what they gave me the chance to do! I'm not wasting that chance for anyone, least of all you! Because…"




Skyscrapers were torn from their foundations with a great quake. Zygarde raised its arms and threw the pillars of steel and concrete towards Yveltal.


An Oblivion Wing cut through each pylon as they came. One made it through the hissing cold beam, striking it from the sky.


Zygarde's cells glowed with white, blue, and red.




"I… am the drill of their souls!" Blanche shouted. His voice carried across the verdant plains, throughout the radiant sky.


Xerneas stood proud, gathering energy into its thousand antlers.
"This steel is my body." He grabbed his lance arm with his other, wrapping his fist around the bronze cuffs. Energy danced along his skin and through each drive, sparking up with the power of each type. "Their aura is my blood!"


The Moonblast had no effect.


"I was created by a thousand drills!"


In the plains around them, stone protruded from the endless layers of flowers and grass. It began rising, shaping from sheer blocks to gates, and from there, into spiraling cones. The hill of life was being replaced by a valley of thresholds.


"Impossible!"


"I've conquered defeat with an army behind me! I've grasped victory with my own bloodied hands!"


Red seemed to drip from the cracks in the sky, melting into light that illuminated the plains and turned the grass a deep brown.


Xerneas ran upwards, vines supported it with each step, shooting up to match it from the ground.


"I've gone through hell to extend the path that leads towards tomorrow!"


Blinding rays cut through the vines and flowers, like a stairway to the Heavens. They spiraled downwards with the speed of a symphony, racing towards Xerneas and caging both of them with bars of light.


Through the helmet that protected his soul, the red of his eyes burned and overlaid the glow of the Golurk-like armor.


"I might never be safe, but I'll protect the safety of others!"


In that moment, it seemed that it was Blanche that shielded the armor, not the armor that shielded him. He was moving beyond his limitations, and even his armor was being left behind.


Xerneas continued running, the crystals in its antlers flickering and lighting up like a waterfall beneath the sun.


"You can't do this!"


The form of Blanche's armor was clear. He had become something greater than himself through those that supported him, even on the edge of destruction. His arms were blocky as if carved from stone. A spiral wave engraved in his chest, and the energy that poured forth from it fed directly into his blade.


"This is my reality. This is the truth of my life. Those are the ideals that make my life worth living!"


The sky above turned two-tone black and white. Slowly but surely, they began swirling into each other, seeming like enormous fish in the seemingly infinite sky. Each had an eye of the color opposite. A fire burned within the black and electricity crackled within the white. Blanche's grip turned to ice, constraining him to the path he'd chosen and accepted.


"To have the willpower to go even further than the Heavens! To have the ideals that make Heaven a place on Earth! To know the truth of the world well enough to avoid creating Hell!"


His fist, from where it had been pointed at the sky, slowly dropped lower. Blanche glared at Xerneas, pointing at them with all the world at his back.


"That's Heaven Guarding! That's GOLURK SILVER!"


The sky melded into itself completely, turning a static-like gray as it mixed, never settling on something solid. It continued changing.


Xerneas leapt towards him.


Blanche closed his eyes.


"And so, I pray…"


Blanche drew into himself. A fire roared up inside of his armor. Electricity rolled through his veins. It seemed as if the grip of his lance had turned to ice. Everything that there was united within him. It expanded upon itself, exponentiating unto infinity.




One thousand arrows exploded from Zygarde's body, destroying the darkness that had seeped into the air and replacing it with blinding light.


All of them honed in on Yveltal.


BALANCE.




"UNLIMITED DRILL WORKS!"




This drill is the drill that will open a hole in the Universe.


And that hole will be a path for those behind us.


The dreams of those who have fallen.


The hopes of those who will follow.


Those two sets of dreams weave together into a double helix, drilling a path towards tomorrow.


That is what it means to Shatter the Heavens.


This drill is the drill that will forge a path in the Universe.


And that path will be a choice for those that walk it.


The dreams of those who have fallen.


The hopes of those that will follow.


Those two sets of dreams weave together in a spear, paving the path that leads towards tomorrow.


That is what it means to Guard the Heavens.




From Xerneas's ideal world, the Legendary Pokémon exploded from a crack in reality. Pushing it with a great roar was a spinning lance, held by a man in a Golurk's armor.


The air shimmered around them.


From Xerneas's ideal world, they entered Blanche's.


The towers of Lumiose-3 stood high, gleaming beneath a full moon. The stars were burning brightly, though contested by the thousands of lights within the city itself.


People walked below with their Pokémon, unaware of the beasts flying overhead.


"A world where people can carve their own paths and become something more than themselves; that's what I'm fighting for!" Blanche shouted.


Reality cracked once again as they impacted the ground.




Shards of Xerneas's antlers littered the packed earth. The lip of the crater was high above his head, still fading in from the explosion of sparkling dust.


"Why do… why do you stand so fiercely against me?" Xerneas coughed. Its head was held up by a vague sphere of Fairy-type energy, as it no longer had a torso to support it. Its legs propped up the energy, though it seemed that it could stand just barely.


Blanche rose from his kneeling position, feeling his drill and the energy that powered it leave him.


"I already said… I want to create a world where people don't have to fight to survive, a world where people can use their life however they choose, a world… where no one has to be like me." Blanche nodded his head.


"Will… will you guard their lives where I cannot?"


"Of course I will." He allowed himself a grim smile. "Just who the hell do you think I am?"


Xerneas made a sound between a chuckle and a sigh. "I suppose that it's only natural that you've evolved beyond what I thought of your limits. Thank you."


Xerneas dissolved into pure Fairy-type energy, melting and reforming before it took a physical form.


Rooted in the dirt, a stone statue gleamed under the midnight light. A thousand gems stuck onto the branches of the Tree of Life.


Blanche dropped to his knees before he could stop himself. Shaking his head, he saw that his hair hung freely.


He felt the plastic as it clung to his chest. His morph suit?


Across the crater was a cocoon, made of stone though glimmering with a solid, crystalline film.


Zygarde stood beyond it, seemingly staring at him across the emptied battlefield.


He felt something colder than dust begin falling over him.




Fin - Pokémon X & Y [OST]




The clouds were piled like woolen blankets above Lumiose-3. For a reason none could explain, a flurry of snow began to layer itself upon the Earth.


Spring had its time, and the flowers would eventually grow back. Summer had passed, but the harsh heat would return soon enough. The world needed a break from it all, to simply arrest its momentum, even if it would only be for so long.


And so, snowflakes began to sweep through the city like treasure seekers, leaving no alcove untouched, no corner uncovered, and no rubble unmarked.


It seemed as if the city had become a valley of ice in only a day.




Blanche looked up at Zygarde, snow falling gently onto the two of them. Already, like a roof in a blizzard, Zygarde's titanic form was frosting over.


He felt an odd sense of calm. He supposed it was odd because he had not felt anything resembling calm for quite a while. He felt at peace, like each side of his brain was a weight on a scale in perfect equilibrium.


The wind was turning a bit colder, but Blanche didn't feel it. Instead, he relished in the feeling of cloth against his arm, the warmth in his breath, and his eyes tearing up.


Perhaps… Perhaps it was a bit colder than he thought.


Blanche offered a closed fist up to Zygarde. A thumbs-up wouldn't have respected either of them. A handshake simply wouldn't work considering Zygarde's fingers were as massive as industrial tubing.


Wind idly blew through his jacket, carrying voices on the wind. Atop the snow-covered rubble, though he could see nothing from the crater they both resided, he knew that they had won.


Shouts and jeers echoed across the stone. There were no tears. A river of blood had not been spilled. There was only a trickle; one they would be blissfully ignorant of, and one for which Blanche would have them ignore.


A gust brushed over him as Zygarde moved, displacing the wind without intention.


Blanche stood his ground, smiling against the chill.


A tooth-like appendage gently tapped against his finger. It did not cut, but Blanche winced. A scale on Zygarde's arm began changing. Its color rapidly drained from green to the same black as the rest. A core slid along its arm before jumping to his, coiling around him before landing somewhere on his shoulder.


It made a sound not dissimilar to a bark.


Blanche nodded to Zygarde, resisting the urge to wipe his ice-covered sleeve against his eyes. "Thank you," he said.


Zygarde held an arm in front of itself at a right angle, before taking a bow. As it did so, its body began breaking down. It did not turn to sludge, but rather a mass of green cells that reflected light so vibrantly they could be mistaken for the source. Cells split off and began shooting across the sky.


Blanche turned, looking up at the lip of the crater. Tencent nudged against his head, still coiled up in its core form.


"Yeah, I feel you," Blanche said, although he spoke more to himself than anyone else. He was finally overcome by the itching in his eyes and wiped them. "I'm… no. It's time to go home, Tencent."


Figures began appearing at the edge of the crater. Hundreds of feet above him and just as many away, he couldn't make out any details except for the sheer number. People, Pokémon, he couldn't tell the difference. They were all alive, and he supposed that was what mattered.


The sound of clapping as it began was unmistakable.


Blanche made a sound between a sob and a snort, trying to make himself laugh. He looked up at the full moon.


It seemed much less vibrant than it ever had before.


"I think you all have a lot to catch up on," Blanche said, closing his eyes with a forced laugh.


Tencent frantically nudged his head.


That static feeling throughout his body wasn't normal. Nor was what he felt as it slowly dissipated. It was as if he was floating on air.


"Please… ask them to forgive me," he whispered.


His hair maintained its color as it was replaced with snow. The fire in his eyes was quickly blown away in the wind that replaced his body.


A metal battery landed on the ground with a dull thunk, leaving a crater between two unfilled footprints.


After a moment of shock, Tencent nudged the unattached Infinity Battery until its back faced the sky.


The metal was warped, as if melted, but the shape it took was clear. It was unmarred by being split previously, though the wiring that ran through it was uncharged. There were names.


Zephyranthes. Yew. Geranium. Rue. Dahlia. Eryngo. There was something inscribed in the middle of the six titles, with three on each side.


Ulex. Rhododendron. Agapanthus. There was something else inscribed at the very beginning.


For both, there was an endless series of scratches. Somewhere, it read Leader. Somewhere else, it read Esper. Above all of the other marks, it read Amaranth.


Beneath all of them was an image, one that had been purely mental but carved into metal through sheer force of will.


Blanche stood there, everyone around him. He wore neither his bandages nor a helmet. He did not cover himself nor did he try to be someone else. He existed there, with all of them.


And indeed, he was smiling.



AN:

Epilogue's coming, I promise. Give me another week. I'm saving the pretentious closing remarks until then.
 
Chapter Twenty Seven: Take care of yourself.

MikaelBrigman

Golurk-Platinum
Pronouns
he/him
Snow fell everywhere across the world, born of a cloud cover that seemed to be spread impossibly thin.

In the ruins of Vaniville, a snowflake touched down near the border.

Serena opened her eyes, a sharp clarity settling over her mind. It was one she'd been unable to feel for years. Something had broken up the cloudiness within her.

She took her hand away from her face, becoming painfully aware of the beating of her heart.

Another snowflake fell in the forest just beyond the ruins' borders.

From beyond the trees, she spotted a figure moving between them.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was running. She was running faster than she ever had before, a lightness appearing in her step that she hadn't felt since…

Calem froze mid-step. His jet black hair hung loose, almost reaching the small of his back. It was wilder than she'd ever remembered it being.

As she launched herself at him, she couldn't help but notice the off-colored strands.

"Whoa, hey, there," Calem laughed, stumbling back a few feet as he caught her.

"You're here…" she said, just barely holding back a sob, "You're really here."

"I am," Calem answered. A weak edge slipped into his tone. "I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly."

"Thank you," she said. "You died and left but then you came back but then you didn't but I thought I'd never see you again after the Heavens Shattered again but you're here and you're the same but… Your hair…" Serena grasped at a lock of Calem's hair, feeling the texture of the prominent white streak, "Why is it…"

"Don't worry about it," Calem said, hugging her tighter. "I can hardly remember myself."

She let go of his hair as the tears of four years' grieving welled up.

"It'll all be fine," he said. "We'll be just fine."


Snow continued falling, returning people and Pokémon to the realm of the living as the moon began waning.


There were Gurdurr and Conkelkdurr lined up on every street in what used to be Lumiose-3. Their cries joined with the rhythmic work of cranes and other machines in a constant stream of sound. Many buildings were gone entirely. Some were half-buried in rubble, with gravel and rubble piling higher than the windowsills.

Inside a certain home in Little Kanto, the sound of an industrial vacuum was only slightly less common.

Tierno slowly eased the kitchen table down onto the floor as the last of the sand was swept away.

"And you're sure you're not an Esper?" Rosa asked in amazement, squeezing Tencent extra tight.
"Nope!" Tierno smiled as he grabbed his bicep. "All-natural, no sap needed!"

"Ooh…"

Trevor stood up from the floor, tapping the vacuum head to draw their attention. He was only partially annoyed, which is why he said, "Can you both save the flirting until after we finish cleaning up this mess?" instead of something more direct.

While the sputtered (though not very direct) denials echoed through the ground floor, there was work being done elsewhere.

If it could be called work, of course.

Plusle and Minun sat on the sill of an empty window. Silvally's head rested on the mattress, the rest of his body on the floor.

Quilladin sat silent on the bed, staring at the wall opposite the alley. His spot had been worn into the blankets over the previous three days.

Shauna stood in the doorway. She was quiet as she leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

Ariel stood in the hallway proper, rubbing the back of her hand while looking around sheepishly.

"Should we take them to a Pokémon Center? Maybe they need some help to…" she trailed off, apropos of nothing.

Audino looked up at her in confusion as it laid out another bowl of food for the other Pokémon.

Shauna didn't answer.

"...I mean, are there Pokémon professionals that can help them?"

"Maybe," Shauna said.

"...Do you think you need to talk to one?" Ariel offered, shuffling her feet.

Shauna didn't answer for a few moments. "No. He wouldn't do that."

"Blanche," Ariel struggled for the words, "Wouldn't do a lot of things, even if they would've been good for him. I don't… I really don't think you should follow his example."

"I'll do what I want," Shauna said, almost sneering.

Ariel stood there for a minute, entirely silent as she fidgeted. Eventually, she and Audino left the hallway, going to aid in the clean-up.

Shauna leaned against the doorframe for a while longer. Electricity snapped and crackled around her near-silently, making it sound like how an itch feels.

She shook her head, looking through the window but far past the opposite wall. "Why did you have to leave like that?"

On the ground floor, as the front door opened, it seemed as if the wind blew in static.


Up was down. Left was right. Forwards was backwards. He was everywhere and nowhere at the beginning and the end of time.

The stars were bright and young in the endless expanses of space. With each passing moment, or second, or minute, a star grew, burst, and dissolved across the cosmos. Similarly, from the dust of dying stars, new lights formed in the sky. Instinctually, he knew that though they weren't his enemy, they weren't simply stars either.

His perspective changed. The stars seemed so much larger, closer together, and larger in number. Had he grown or had the Universe shrunk around him?

As it turned out, it was trying to reveal itself.

His perspective changed once again.

A thousand stars swirled together, waving into itself until it became like a coil of DNA. The coil widened, becoming more like a tube. One end lengthened and widened, while the other became flatter like a tail. Two fins grew out from the body, burning white.

Its head was only made clear by the seven tendrils flowing out of its mane. Two galaxies were outlined with red stardust, marking its eyes.

The Universe floated in the sea of stars like Kyogre in the Earth's ocean. It stared at him, its mane blowing in solar winds as it idly flapped its fins.

You. You are interesting.

"What… who are you?" Blanche asked everything.

I am an old god. I have been here since before there could ever have been a beginning. I will remain here until long after the end. I am they who lit the first fire, sparked the first lightning, and cooled the first ice. I am the Alpha, the Delta, the Omega, and everything in between. I am space, time, and gravity. I am the Truth, the Ideal, and the Boundary of your universe. I was before Life, I will be after Death, and I am they who cannot be Balanced.

It is the Universe which AIAM.

You may call me Arceus. I am not God. At least, I am not yours.


Blanche blinked, though he didn't have eyelids to move.

"Am I from this universe or not?"

Your beliefs are your own, regardless of where you reside. You are formed from that which I am not. If there is something beyond me, or something that was before me, I am not aware. Ultimately, it matters little. You have fought as if you were a successor to that which AIAM.

"I'm… no one special." Blanche kicked at the non-existent dirt. "You could call me a hero, but I wasn't doing that out of any nobility, I just… had people I wanted to protect. It wasn't about people and Pokémon, it was just about my friends."

It is unfortunate that your mortal mind does not allow you the Truth. I have seen many civilizations rise and fall over these endless epochs. Some lasted as long as the universe, but not any longer. Those that did not last were undone by their mortality. They developed to a point where they had nothing to fight for, nothing to fight against, and simply allowed themselves to fade away. There has never been, and there will never be, a civilization that reaches the edge of the Universe, or even their universe.

"I… don't understand."
I should not expect you to. In fact, that is why I find it unusual that you have crossed that edge multiple times. It is irregular that you have done so while simultaneously believing yourself to be nothing. Your will has equalled that of your entire civilization, has it not? Even using one of my thousand arms, you achieved something greater than I could ever expect. Even so, while you do not understand what you have achieved, it does not change the fact that you have achieved it. You are alive, are you not?


"I'm dead right now, aren't I?" Blanche asked.

Hm. That is an excellent point. We will return to it.

Arceus nodded its head, dipping through entire galactic superclusters.

There are some that believe the Universe to have given them an imperative. Some believe my command is to conquer. Others believe my command is to reflect and meditate. Truthfully, the only imperative I give is to live with free will, as one believes they should and as one wishes. However, I will make an exception for you.

A light appeared before Blanche, appearing both as a gem-like mirror and a red star.

Reflect on what your soul holds and conquer all that is within you. Do this, and I will only have one thing to ask of you.

He reached out for the globe, but hesitated and asked, "What's that?"

Be kind to yourself.

"But… I don't have a soul." Blanche grasped at his non-existent heart with a non-existent hand.

The globe disappeared in front of him.

An inferno blazed to life inside his heart, rolling through his veins like thunder and cooling his mind like ice. Aura began pounding through his body.

Everything you need is within you. That is where it has always been. The limits of your soul are not defined by physicality or biology. They are only defined by the Universe, and I have been known to be lenient.

"Are… are you joking?" Blanche asked.

Perhaps. Perhaps I wanted to see how far you could go without my interference. Perhaps I chose to remain ignorant. Perhaps I was merely a tool of something much greater that wished to test you. Ultimately, it is unimportant. There is no room to question that you are alive. There is much less room to question that you deserve that gift. It is a gift that all deserve a chance to earn. It is a gift that you have bled and died for Therefore…

Blanche felt his presence begin to fade, his aura spiraling away someplace new.

Please, heed my words.

Arceus raised its head impossibly far away, flapping its fins as it began trailing away.

You can love yourself. Your life can have a greater value. You are no more and no less than yourself. You can exist within this Universe.

Blanche's fist clenched and unclenched.

"My life…"

Faces flashed in his mind.

Ariel. Audino. Aveline. Augustine. Michael. Clemont. Grace. Serena. Shauna. Tierno. Trevor. Chespin. Gin. LaRusso. Lenore. Rosa. Tencent. Lysandre. Whitley. Plusle. Minun. Ash. Salem. Silvally. Santiago. Calem.

Hundreds of others. No, thousands. All standing beneath him in the endless skyline of Lumiose-3, separated from him by an endless plane of watery glass,

"...is worth living, because I… am me. I can be me… for them."

And suddenly, there was a crack in the glass.

Be kind to yourself.


Another snowflake began drifting downwards on a big blue marble, the third rock from the sun, within a solar system within an arm of the spiraling Milky Way, within the Laniakea supercluster, within the infinite combinations of stardust that made up the universe, within the Universe at large.

From there, its relevance could be considered inconsequential. It was small, it was a speck, but it was a life, and it was there. No matter how small a difference, it is worth its existence if only for how it exists for others.

The snowflake touched down in the ruins of Swellowtail City. Indeed, where it all began.


Shauna crossed the threshold to the first floor as Serena crossed the threshold into the kitchen.

It was not only her, however.

Her grief turned to anger at Serena only returning after the fighting ended. Her anger turned to confusion as she saw she did not come back alone. Her confusion turned into a spark of hope.

"I'm sorry it took so long for us to come home," Serena said with a wide smile. "We had a lot of catching up to do."

Calem waved.

A thousand memories flooded back into her mind, feeling like static in her veins. The five of them back in Vaniville, living like there was no tomorrow. They didn't have to worry about anything; they were children.

"Well?" She looked around, the corners of her mouth drooping slightly. "Calem is back… aren't we going to celebrate?"

That spark of hope was replaced by a storm that roared seventyfold.

Shauna's fist clenched and unclenched. Gears ground against each other in her mind, sending up sparks.

"Did something happen?"

The sparks began lighting up around her.

"We're all here now, right? That's something to…"

The air was audibly crackling. There was literal lightning striking the inside of Shauna's pupils every second.

Serena stopped and gave her an odd look.

All at once, ozone burned as the circuit closed around them.

Shauna flung a coin into the air, rearing back with her other fist. "You BITCH!"

Boom.

The front door shattered outward, mixing in wood with the rubble that still lined the streets.

Serena held the coin-scrap in front of her hand, keeping her balance even after being blown across the earthen pathway.

Shauna walked out of the hole in the wall, slightly hunched over and breathing heavily.

For a terse moment, the metal floated there before it dropped and tinkled on the ground.

"What is wrong with you?" Serena asked forcefully.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" Shauna yelled.

"Nothing. I'm feeling better than ever because Calem's back. Don't you remember him?"

"I remember him now," Shauna said, reaching for another coin., "But you forgot someone else." She fiddled with the flat metal as a moment of silence swept across them.

Serena blinked. "Who?"

Another spark.

Another electromagnetic beam roared through the air.

A chunk was cut into the fist of stone that Serena raised to block it.

The boulder splintered and shattered as it was struck by a scatter shot. Sparks went off as each scrap of the coin went off in a separate direction.

"Ah!" someone yelped.

The voice made them pause. Shauna felt a spike of dread. But also… something else. Why was the storm clearing? Why was it turning back into a spark?


The smoke began to clear.

Blanche ducked under his raised arm. With a light shake, the coin embedded in the RKS system fell out. He peered into the new hole. "Damn, I'll have to patch that up later." He then turned to Shauna as the dust started settling again.

She had a very strange look on her face. He didn't have a clue what it meant.

"Hey, I'm sure you have your reasons, but I don't think you guys should fight in the middle of the street." He shook out his arm and tried to act nonchalant. "You could hurt someone, y'know. And you wouldn't believe how difficult it is to scrape together a train fare in a city that doesn't have a-"

"You're… not dead," Shauna said, choking for some reason.

Blanche blinked.

"Well, obviously, I'm not dead, I'm standing right here. Is there something in the air hereee-oh shit I forgot to call you guys."

The general temperature flared up around him.

Serena was looking at him like a deerling caught in a MagLev's headlights. She looked between him and someone inside the house before clutching her head and stumbling sideways.

Shauna was pointing at him. Her arm was shaking and her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out.

"My bad?" he offered.

From a second floor window in an alley, something green launched itself at Blanche and bowled him over sideways. Evidently, he wouldn't need to learn what it was like to be struck by lightning.

Quilladin was wrapped around Blanche, the Vine Whip somehow not suffocating him.

"Hey there, bud," Blanche said with a chuckle, having managed to stay on his feet.

Quilladin seemed surprised by that as well, looking at the ground then back up at Blanche.

"I'm stronger now. But, uh, please don't test out how good my endurance is," Blanche said, scratching the Grass-types quills.

Not a moment wasted, Silvally exploded from inside the house, kicking up more dust as it ran with Plusle and Minun holding on for dear life.

"Ah," Blanche managed to say, before being tackled by a couple hundred pounds of muscle.

He distinctly felt the concrete break when his skull landed on it, rather than the other way around. What he did feel was Silvally repeatedly poking at him with his beak.

"Ow, ow, hey!" Blanche said, trying not to laugh. "That tickles, stop!"

Shauna rubbed her eyes and squinted. "Does he have…"
Aveline appeared next to her. Where she had walked up from, she didn't know.

"Amaranth is retiring from field work in FLARE," she said, adjusting her glasses. "They'll be keeping him on as a consultant. He'll have tenure, of course."

Shauna jumped about a thousand feet in the air, or at least felt like she did, as she bowled into Trevor.

Poor guy had just gathered up the courage to try and mediate. He pushed her back towards Aveline with an annoyed huff.

"Where- You- I thought-" Shauna didn't know where to begin.

Aveline smirked, though the expression seemed less smug on her face than it would have on, say, Augustine's.

"I'm sorry about all of that," she said, "But I don't think it'll happen again. No, it won't. You can hold me to that. In fact, please do."

"Where were you? Where were we?" she asked, before pointing at Blanche again. "Where was he?"

"I was…" Aveline looked for the words, "Uniquely affected by my biology. You were inside of a massive conglomeration of aura that, had I anticipated it correctly, I would have prepared an Aural Shell vest for. Blanche, as he told me, was in the ruins of Swellowtail City, the capital city in the Katapa region." Not elaborating further, she moved on. "The strangest thing? He has aura now, only after the Heavens Shattered. Our theory about aura being necessary seems to be…" Aveline shook her head. "I'm due to start rambling, I apologize."

Blanche continued in his token efforts to push his four Pokémon off of him, laughing all the while.

"You're not going to…" Aveline paused, something clearly entering her train of thought. "Grab, latch on, maintain pressure… What does that even mean?"

It turned out they wouldn't have time to figure it out.

"And if you'll look here on the left," Augustine called theatrically as he entered the backstreet, leading a small crowd, "You'll find your kids. They're a little taller than you remember, a little more hormonal, but they're great, I promise!"

There was a flood of memories in Lumiose-3. Blanche's return seemed paltry by comparison.

He didn't really mind all that much. He didn't want them to feel pain for him. If he just slipped back into their lives, well, they wouldn't have to complete the grieving process.
Even though formally meeting Shauna parents was going to be a little awkward.

Of course, that was a story for another day.


The room was pitch black. A dim light on the far wall illuminated Lysandre's silhouette, though his face was shrouded in darkness.

"The effect is much less intimidating when I know this is Clemont's old workshop," Blanche said, flicking on the lights.

Instantly, tables of clutter were illuminated, though Lysandre's was clear. That space was necessary for his requisite posing, naturally. The buzz of the overhead lights permeated every particle in the room. The shielded walls were blindingly white.

His mouth hidden behind his tented fingers, Lysandre said, "There is no point in hiding what is already known."

"...You know, I could call you a coward for that, but that's something the me from a year ago would say," Blanche said. He pulled up a chair across from Lysandre and sat in it. "Really, let's just lay it all out and talk like equals. The Professor has probably told you that I'm retiring, but I'm not leaving without getting some closure."

"Your curiosity is an annoyance that I am loath to deal with," Lysandre said, exhaling in the same breath. "However, I will allow you-"

"No. Equals." Blanche wagged his finger slightly. "Come on. It's been two years. I know we'll never be friends, because really, I might act like you but I'm nowhere near as old."

"You…?"

"I can be reflective," Blanche said. He then paused. "On occasion. It's easy to complain about someone's negative qualities when you recognize them like they're your own."

"...For each question you ask, I will ask one of my own."

"Deal."

"Ask away."

Blanche leaned back in thought, balancing on two chair legs with a foot against the table's edge.

"Do you think the Heavens will Shatter for a third time?"

"They likely already have. I believe you are searching for a fourth, or even a fifth. There have been countless incidents in the history of mankind, the world, and the Universe that bordered on the edge of reality," Lysandre said. "However, the answer is yes. Eventually, another threat will grow to such a proportion that going beyond reality will become necessary."

"Will FLARE be there to stop it?" Blanche asked.

"It is my time to ask," Lysandre said, "We are equals, are we not?"

Blanche held back a snort. "Point."

"What occurred within reality when the Heavens Shattered?"

"Everyone with aura got absorbed into Aveline." Blanche flicked his head. "I watched your recording from the UR conference, thanks for that. Made a friend who worked for them. His name was Santiago."

"He was like you?"

Blanche shook his head. "My turn. What's FLARE going to do? Have Xerneas and Yveltal already been contained?"

"Yveltal has been transported to a UR facility. Aural Shells will continue to be collected from the Cocoon of Destruction." Lysandre's nose dipped slightly. "The Tree of Life has been lost. Shortly after your… dissolution, the Aura Guardian took it before anyone could stop him."

Blanche laughed a little bit. "So it's probably on the other side of the world by now?"

"Most likely. Ah. That was two questions. Answer mine about this Santiago character," Lysandre said.

"He died. He was a robot, android… something. I…" Blanche trailed off, before closing his eyes. "I killed him. He was going to release the Legendaries before I could use them. I believe in freedom, but- I had to- To bring them back I-"

"I will not ask anything more. I am sure Nurse Joy has a contact that can help you should you require counseling," Lysandre said. "Let us move on. To the best of your ability, describe what you are."

"Human," Blanche said with a nod.

"...You do have aura, don't you?" Lysandre asked rhetorically. "I have felt rather at ease during this conversation. That only makes sense, I suppose. Previously, your presence was like that of a person that did not breathe or blink. There always seemed to be something missing."

"Really making a guy feel appreciated here," Blanche said dryly. "I don't think I can describe it, but let's go with "I died as a snow angel, had a little chat with Arceus, then I came back. A three day resurrection has to be a record. Well, around here at least. Long story short, they gave me aura, so I'm retiring. You know what my condition was for working here."

Lysandre nodded. "Perfectly logical. There will be others to replace your function."

"Aw, no new Amaranth?" Blanche asked. "There was a whole thing going on with names. Geranium, Amaranth, Rue, Dahlia, Eryngo, and then there was Amaranth, Ulex, Rhododendron, and Agapanthus. I don't even know any other flowers that start with "a." So, who's replacing me? Are you hiring Whitley to pilot the Mega Zord?"

"I'm dissolving FLARE," Lysandre said.

Blanche froze. There was a moment where there was no noise, not even the creaking sound of the chair beneath him.

"The UR will have greater control over the city, though I'm hoping the Kalos League is smarter than to let them do everything," Lysandre explained. "I will be appointing a new director before I do, and give it a new identity, but the function will remain the same."

"To capture Legendaries?" Blanche asked.

"To protect the world," Lysandre answered. "To be its guardian. To speak in old Kalosian, its GARDE."

"...You knew about the flower thing? I thought that was an inside joke."

Lysandre sighed. "It is not a complicated scheme to discern."

"Huh. Maybe you're not that bad after all."

"My ideals do not convince you, but my possession of a sense of humor does?"

Blanche laughed. He could almost hear Lysandre's indignation, if such a thing existed.

"I was already convinced. I just didn't want to give you the immediate satisfaction of letting you know. You're a good man."

"You as well," Lysandre agreed.

"Even if you're an asshole," Blanche added.

"I need not repeat myself," Lysandre said.


"The place where it all began, huh?" Blanche muttered to himself, even as he slid open the door to a Certain Trainer School's rooftop.

Serena was standing behind the chain link fence, looking out across the city's reconstruction. The sounds traveled well, echoing even from behind Blanche. Steel slamming against itself and concrete; it must have sounded like a symphony to her.

They didn't talk much while they stood there, side by side. Even the message she had sent him was barebones.

There was still that understanding.

In another world, where he was Calem, perhaps things could have been better between them.

In another world, where he wasn't, perhaps they could have been better friends. Maybe they could have avoided hurting each other entirely.

But in this world, their world, they had gone in every direction but forward. He had allowed her to stew in delusion until it all came pouring out. She had believed him to be someone else, refusing to accept evidence against it even when he tried to convince her otherwise.

If they had tried harder to be better, maybe they could have been.

"I can change the world," Serena said. "That is my gift. I can take the Earth itself and make something different. But… I've not really changed it, have I?"
"You have. You've helped," Blanche said.

"I see," Serena answered. "Not like you. You… you go beyond physicality. You do what I cannot."

"Eh," Blanche answered. It was a very complex grunt, assuredly so.

"I change the world physically. You change the people, the Pokémon. You build them up or you break them down, but you change them."

"For better or for worse," Blanche said.
"Mhm," Serena answered. It was a similarly complex hum.

"You fight even when the world is against you," Blanche said. "I remember. You fought for FLARE based on nothing but an idea of something you lost. For two years. I can respect that."

"You do the same," Serena said. "The world is hostile to you."

"Was."

"Indeed," she corrected. "But I do remember. You were weak, but you fought anyway. You took up arms even when you had no hope for a shield. You fought for FLARE so that you could make a different world where people like you wouldn't have to fight."

"Something like that," Blanche said.

Serena stared out at the horizon for a minute.

"I wonder… which one of us can truly be said to be The Alchemist?"


And now, for something a little different. Time skip.


Quilladin dragged away another tarp piled with dirt. In the pit of an unpoured foundation, Silvally continued digging away at the clay, dirt, and stone. Plusle and Minun contained an electromagnetic field to carry tools and wheelbarrows around where needed.

Blanche continued shoveling away in accordance with his blueprints. A large kitchen, a cozy living room, plenty of extra space for beds and visitors. Maybe add a garden? Could he support a balcony? He'd done all of the research, of course, and would have professionals inspect his work along the way, but that didn't stop him from second guessing.

Shauna sat on top of a cube of stacked bricks, kicking her legs. "You know, an actual construction team would be much more efficient.

Blanche carried some dirt over to the ever growing pile before he answered. "Let me enjoy my retirement."

It could be called that, even if he retired four or five decades earlier than most.

"If you enjoy manual labor, you're weird," she said.

"It's not about the," Blanche shook his head, "It's- It's because- I need to- I- Damn it." He stepped on the shovel, driving it deep into the dirt. "It feels right to carve this out myself. I have something to prove."

"Like what?"

Blanche shrugged.

She snorted. "Typical."

He worked for a while longer after that. He measured, leveled, and checked against his blueprints over and over.

She pointed out when he was lifting with his back, refusing to do the labor herself. She could have.

Blanche just didn't want her to. Similarly, he wanted to pour his own bottle of water on himself to dry off, rather than let Greninja blast him until he had hypothermia.

Shauna didn't do things by halves.

While he continued balancing the base of the foundation, she looked over his blueprints. The numbers around the edges and sides of the walls were smudged in places. Even squinting her eyes, she couldn't make out what the markings used to read.

She put the blueprints down and checked her calendar.

Blanche continued working on the wide swaths of digging and letting his Pokémon carry out the more detailed work, such as designing the garden or the electrical layouts.

In another world, it probably would have been the other way around.

He didn't live in that world, however, and so he trusted the experts with their work.

It felt like an hour had passed before they spoke again.

"So how large are you planning on making the bedrooms?" she asked, completely out of the blue.

"The master or the guest?" he asked, before realizing that she wasn't asking about the specifications. He stopped digging and craned his head towards her.

She was looking off towards the rest of Aquacorde. The glaring sunlight made it hard to make out her expression.

"I thought you were still journeying," he rasped, suddenly out of breath.

"Well, I lost to Serena at the last conference," she said offhandedly.

Of course, they both remembered. After the Heavens Shattered for a second time, it had taken years for everyone to get back on their feet. Just as well, they'd been running around assisting in the recovery efforts. The Gym Challenge was only reinstated the year before. The wait time only made it more anticipated and memorable.

Serena won, naturally, though Diantha had crushed her when she challenged the Elite Four. It was just a record of how far she had to go.

"Yeah…" Blanche said. He still felt bad about dragging the remnants of FLARE (now GARDE) around for even the most tedious of volunteer work. It took them away from training and their own goals, he later realized.

"I gave her a good challenge," she went on to say. "I'm proud of how far I went. I might try again later, but for now, I think Greninja and the others need a vacation."

"Right…"

"So," she asked again, "How large are you planning on making the bedrooms?"


And now, for something even more different. TVtropes crossover incoming.


Trevor turned the last page in the binder. The freshly printed paper was still warm by the time he finished reading the draft, though the late August heat likely had played a part in that. He clapped it shut, struggling to fit the one-inch binder closed.

He looked across the dining table at Calem, who was eagerly awaiting his reply.

"Hm," Trevor said slowly. "It's certainly something."

"Yeah?" Calem said.

"You've definitely got a story there," Trevor said.

Calem was nodding rapidly. "Yeah?"

Trevor tapped the front cover. It read The Alchemist in hastily scrawled pencil lead. "But I do have some questions."

Calem straightened up more than ever before, seeming like he would actually take the advice to heart.

"Why is it called The Alchemist?" Trevor asked.

"Because Serena has alchemy powers," Calem explained. "It's like that show you made me watch, uh, the one with the jacket."

"That's…" Trevor sighed, before shaking his head and changing his line of thought entirely. "Plagiarism aside, I see what you mean. But if Serena- And we'll talk about the name thing- is in the title, why isn't she the protagonist?"

"People might call her a Mary Sue," Calem said. "Like how they called Diantha's character one in that one space movie, Star Trek. You know, the one with the lightsabers."

"Never create a HootHoot account," Trevor said flatly before shaking his head. "They'll eat you alive if you say blatantly incorrect things. Furthermore, they'd call her a Mary Sue anyway, that's just how these things go."

Someone called from across the kitchen bar, "Hey, Trevor, my arm is acting up, can you grab me a fresh ice pack?"

"Sure thing," Trevor replied automatically before shifting his attention back to Calem as he stood. "The general competence level seems to cancel out the overpowered factor of the Sue. With the obvious exception of the protagonist, you've done a pretty good job with diversifying their abilities and not making fights about brute strength."

Calem nodded rapidly, preening under the praise.

"Instead, the fights are about dumb luck, the Rule of Drama, and the Rule of Cool," Trevor said.

The back of Calem's head made a dull thunk as it impacted the back of his chair. "Aw, man…"

Trevor walked into the general area, maneuvered around the sleeping Shauna, and handed over the ice pack.

"Thanks, I owe you one."

Trevor waved vaguely and walked back into the kitchen. "The protagonist relies on a Deus Ex Machina far too much for the audience to get invested in."

"But the drama!" Calem said, raising a fist to the ceiling. "We're Kalosian, dammit, we need to be dramatic! Our stories need to be romantic! Our characters don't need to be logical, they just need to make you feel something! The protagonist's journey is the point of the story, so the Deus Ex-"

"The purpose and the subject of the story are two different things," Trevor said, "And I can't determine what your purpose was other than to write typical cartoon fights."

"Hoenn Rangers isn't a cartoon!" Calem said in blatant refusal to concede the point. "And it's an homage to the Pokémon Rangers too, so it's not just Author Appeal. The protagonist is supposed to overcome his inner demons and when he does, he summons an external one- That's poetry, right there!"

"You're reading too much into your own writing," Trevor said. "Your readers won't know much more than that the protagonist is whiny out of combat, and downright unintelligent in it. It's not in The Art of War, but tacticians are best used in tents, away from all of the fighting that makes their brains stop being useful. You know, because they die."

"If he was stuck in a tent, there wouldn't be a story," Calem said.

"I'm all for the Anthropic Principle, but do you want criticism or not?" Trevor asked.

Calem relaxed in his seat. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Go on."

"If you make the whining more tolerable and his attitude more internally consistent, then you might have less problems with him," Trevor said, "But at the end of the day-"

"Are you guys still talking about Calem's fanfiction?" Shauna yelled from the other room.

"It's a historical document!" Calem, offended, shouted back.

"With embellishments," Trevor added.

"With embellishments," Calem added with a nod. "But it's not fanfiction!"

Shauna mumbled a reply and trailed off before falling back to sleep.

"You did self-insert yourself," Rosa said, scratching Tencent behind his ear.

"You read it?" Calem said, recoiling as his voice rose to a fever pitch.

"I flipped to a random page last time you left it out," Rosa said. "You're not harem protagonist material. I know that you're not becoming the Champion any time soon, but maybe work out some other kinds of alternative wish fulfillment."

"Let's all be nice," Ariel said weakly, clearly out of her depth within the conversational crossfire.

Trevor leveled a questioning look at Calem.

"...It was an older draft," Calem admitted, "But that's not the story anymore, so it's fine!"

"Sure," Trevor said, tapping his chin. "I'm not sure if I should be offended that Tierno and I weren't included."

"Couldn't break that up. The bromance is too strong," Calem said. "Can we move on from the subplot that's not in the story and go back to the main plot?"

"Some of the subplot is still there," Trevor said.

"It's accurate," Calem retorted.

"I suppose so," Trevor conceded. "Reality is stranger than fiction, so it would seem."

For some odd reason, someone in the other room found that incredibly funny and started laughing.

"So, the premise is that the main character gets isekai'd into the "Pokémon world," which is apparently a video game from where the main character comes from, since they don't have Pokemon, and action ensues from there, right?" Trevor asked.

"Well, see, it's more complex than-"

"You only came up with the additional explanation and reasoning for it half-way through the story," Trevor said.

"...Maybe, but it works! And it's historically accurate!"

"I still don't know if I should believe you on that," Trevor said. "A certain someone is refusing to give me any confirmation."

"I don't need a source, trust me, bro," Calem said. "And I was there. Well, in a sense."

"Sure," Trevor said. "So you inserted yourself into the protagonist-"

"I'm taking that out of context," someone called.

"-and also literally included yourself as a character just to talk about Serena."

"Historically accurate." Calem stuck by his word. He crossed his arms in defiance.

"She wasn't that mopey while you were gone," Trevor said.

"Eh… It's a matter of perspective," Calem said. "But back to the plot, what did you think about MissingNo? He's an important character."

"Of course your self-insert is an important character, that's how self-inserts work," Trevor said. "If you're not indulging, you're doing something wrong."

"I knew it!"

Trevor's brow furrowed. "I was being sardonic."

"Oh. But he's cool, right? Totally awesome? Realistic? Terrifying?"

"You're trying too hard to make it edgy," Trevor said. "What's the deal with all the sixes and sevens in its design?"

"The main character is from a world where God isn't a Pokémon, and they have a lot of sixes and sevens in their symbolism. Six is evil, seven is good," Calem said.

"And this weird monster thing has seven pairs of wings? And why is it called MissingNo?"

"MissingNo's a good guy, so it has seven in its design. And you know, it's a missing number, like from old video games. As in, a value that doesn't exist in the system. I thought it was clever."

"I see," Trevor said.

"Also, it's historically accurate to call it that, since it totally was called that," Calem said, "I have sources."

"Right, I'm simply trying to figure out why you would call it that," Trevor said.

"Who knows?" someone called, "Does it really matter all that much? If it's cool, it works."

"That's for general entertainment; thematic depth is all or nothing, you need to have nuances and deeper meaning," Trevor said. "This is… this must be a reference to a game I haven't played. Calem, explain."

"It really was called that," Calem said. "Seriously, I'm just writing it how it is… with a few embellishments, but come on! History is written by the victors, and we won, so we can do whatever we want with the truth!"

"No," Trevor said, shaking his head. "And you didn't show back up until after the fighting ended."

"I was there," Calem said. "I was in the driver's seat."

"No, you weren't," someone called, "I'm like, ninety percent sure of it."

"You said you were done with making jokes about your memory," Trevor said, staring over the bar.

"Yeah, yeah," Blanche said, unable to move thanks to the wild Pokémon sprawled and asleep on top of him. "Anyway, that's not how any of that happened. It was weird, but I don't think it was you, Calem."

"Proof?" Calem prodded.

"I don't need proof, I was there." Blanche sighed. "Should I just tell it from the beginning."

"I'm sure I got everything right, you don't need to-"
Trevor coughed.

Calem finished, "Actually, please feel free."

Blanche sank back into the couch, willing the gears in his head to do something useful for once. "Alright. What happened was…"


FINAL AN:

That's all from me. Should I do my soapbox in MLA format or stream of consciousness style? I'll skip that, this time. The story is enough of a soapbox as it is.

I am, quite possibly, the most naïve person I know. I believe in idealism and optimism even when, by all definitions, society is terrible and the worst outcomes are the most common ones. I… I don't really convey that well in real life? People are surprised when I say that. That might be the resting bitch face.

Anyway, idealism is mad cool even when it doesn't make sense to believe in something better. There's a lot of stuff you don't know, so being entirely logical/factual is impossible no matter what. You gotta, well, go beyond the impossible and kick reason to the curb.

How does that relate to The Alchemist?

Well, I don't want to get all English-teachery over my own writing, and I made fun of Calem for allegedly doing the same thing, so I'll keep that to a minimum.

I like Evangelion. I really like Gurren Lagann. They're made by the same people, explicitly made with the same basic main character in mind (Simon was described by staffers as Shinji Ikari if he was raised differently). I based Hilbert/A Mid-Sinnoh Night's Dream on Gurren Lagann, because I like Gurren Lagann (Have I mentioned that?) and then, while that story was in its final stretches, I thought- Hey, wait a minute.

I had an idea.

Never a good sign, but nevertheless, here we are now.

The Alchemist is based on Evangelion, the pilgrimage novel of the same name by Paulo Coelho (Most translated book in the world by a living author, did you know that?), traces of light novel bullshittery (Despite my overall negative feelings towards the medium), and Power Rangers (As happenstance and in-name only, as there are much fewer giant robots than one would expect). Honestly, I just smashed a ton of things I thought were cool together, taped them together with symbolism and themes, and hoped for the best.

Blanche is not a self-insert. I shouldn't have phrased it like that. He's… very similar to myself, because, well, I accidentally gave myself a self-destructive hero complex when I was writing MSND (A little bit of trolling, you could say, I was quite the quirked-up white boy). This story itself was just going to be a typical self-insert journey fic but with wacky aura-mc stuff on the side. That was what it would have been.

I had a dream one night. I can't remember what it was about, but I know I had it because it's become a part of me.

Hilbert, the hero, the Aura Guardian, whatever, was who I wanted to be. Wanting to be that… was hurting me. So, I told my dumb ass, hey, you can't punch demigods in the face in real life, so write about it instead. Oh, and do it in Kalos because you can count three games-Kalos fics on one hand.

Blanche, for exactly two chapters, is me. When he wakes up to when he meets MissingNo, he is just like me.

After he meets MissingNo, after his values and traits are established, he started doing this thing called "being a character," (who'd have guessed?) and then he started doing his own thing.

I might have said it already, but Blanche is what happens when you take your basic self, all of your worst qualities, and shove it into an amnesiac albino who scientifically speaking doesn't have a soul. I'm… now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I established that he got albinism from MissingNo screwing up his genes. I implied it, I think, but… Never mind that. Excuse it as light novel bullshittery, please.

So, I figured out the worst normal person I could imagine, put him in Pokémon, and played it out from there.

I'm a little idealistic about the human condition, if you couldn't tell. You've seen how that went. Everyone has got a little bit of good in them. I will naively believe in that no matter how much evidence goes against it. And if that isn't true, then humanity as a whole has a little bit of good in it.

Also, Blanche
is sixteen at the beginning of the fic. I had to leave it ambiguous for the sake of the story, but physically, mentally, all that jazz, he is sixteen.

I'm not
saying anything by saying that, but I'm heavily implying it.
I hope you're finding this note funny, or at least ironic.

I am, at the end of the day, just some guy who wants people to give a damn about him. That sounds really self-pitying, doesn't it? I promise I don't mean it like that.

There's probably someone out there who
is a lot like Blanche, even if they aren't mean. It's… certainly unlikely they'll be reading some bullshit Pokémon AU, but I like to think this story means something to someone that isn't me.

It does mean something to me, though. I'll get it printed into a book, eventually.

Yo, FTH, if you ever catch up on this story, message me and I'll get you a copy. Gotta pay it forward to one of my favorite writers.

Still need a cover, though… Well, I can't draw for shit but I can design some cool buildings. Pray I never apply to art school.

Anyway, back to important stuff. Fanfic is serious business, y'know.

I think I'll take a break from writing fanfic now that all this is done. There's this dream I've got, and it's not coming true unless I start working for it yesterday.

That being said, if I'm ever a published author, I'm going to heavily imply and make references to my pseudonym without ever directly saying anything and then play the idiot like I usually do.

Even if I kicked the hero complex, I still got something to prove. Ha.

I love Pokémon, man. It's been around me for a decade. First game I played was Diamond, first game I bought was X. Even if the stories get progressively more shit, I can at least pretend that X and Y were decent.

I'll still write occasionally, but no more churning out 200k long fics every year. I love it, I really do, but I can't commit like that.

For a continuous run, though? 387,000 words isn't that bad.

Thank you to everyone who has put up with my bullshit, read my stories, dissed them as requested, left their thoughts, encouraged me, all of that. I hope you had fun, honestly.

I don't get it when people say my work has a soul. Even when it's bad and technically weak, I've gotten that same review from two different people on two different stories. I'm really just doing my thing. My creative process is kind of whacked out, though. I can't dedicate myself to something I don't believe in, I guess.

Can I get a TVtropes page? I love begging on the internet, it's my favorite hobby. Yes, I'm being totally serious. Definitely. Absolutely. I'm the funny Esper Pokémon guy, I would never lie for the sake of a joke!

Okay, wait, if I want to be a hack writer, I have to add stuff that wasn't in the base story to make myself feel good. Shauna is bi, Trevor is gay, Riley from MSND is trans. Shit, shit , shit, how else do I sound like JK Rowling? Ah, uh, the entire time without mention Whitley was actually- Wait, no, that is in the text. Uh, Ash is based on a dude I know- No, I said that already. I mentioned offhandedly that Serena was partially Kantoan on her mom's side, right? Oh, wait!

I only had Blanche say fuck once, that's bullshit! This is basically PG-13, they get at least one… even if it was in French.

Ah, I give up. I think this is my new record for length of author's notes. Moving on.

That's the End of Alchemevagelion, folks. Hope you enjoyed it. Have a good summer.
 
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