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//Okay, so I’ve archived this blog. You can find Kazue here. The blog is heavily under construction right now, but please enjoy.//

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//thinking about remaking this blog with a new url and account. this blog is very cluttered to me and i may move it.//

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//RUI HAS BEEN ADDED AS A MUSE! I finally got around to doing it!!!//

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🔪 to stab my muse in:

1. The head

2. The chest

3. The stomach

4. The leg

5. The shoulder

6. The throat

7. The eye

8. The back

9. The hand

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//Oh hey its Kazoovee from the early meeting verse X’D//

aw how adorable

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rocbites 

"Psh, not even begging me to stop? Lame." He dropped the other to the ground, wiping his bloody knuckles on his jeans.

He remained silent, watching the enforcer while slowly moving to get away from him. Slow movements as he glared up at the other. Finally, he spoke. 

“I won’t beg for anything, seeing as begging’s gotten me nowhere in life.” He spat out blood, still moving towards the entrance of the alley they were currently in.

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//WHELP HI. I’m here again//

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The Team Skull Enforcer had the smaller boy slammed against a wall, his fingers grabbing a handful of his hair as he pulled his fist back to direct a nice punch right between his eyes. Why? Because Jacks felt like punching someone, and this guy happened to be around.

He coughed, spitting out blood from the previous punches to his stomach. He never made a sound other than his ragged breathing, even when he was grabbed by his hair and punched in the face. He could live through this. 

He had been through WORSE under Ein’s grip. At least the stranger would eventually stop, unlike him. 

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@and-they-succeeded 

He was curious about the being before him. It radiated immense power unlike any Psychic type he’s seen in Orre. What pokemon was this? Why was it here? Did it need help?

Now that he looked closer, he could detect slight hunger and thirst. Immediately he got up and returned with  a water bottle and a warm TV dinner. It was the best he could offer at the moment. His dad was still struggling to make ends meet and money was tight.

“Hello?”

He called out to the pokemon, hoping it didn't kill him. Kazue was still learning how to combat other psychic types decently, and he didn't want a fight. He stopped with a respectable amount of space between them, out of respect for the Pokemon’s personal space.

“Sorry if i’m bothering you, but you seemed in need of some food and water.”

He sets the bottle and still warm TV dinner at the ground and backs off slowly.

“Sorry if the food isn’t the best. It’s all we have, and I don’t know your favorite foods.”

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//oh hey im back//

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//OH MY GOD KAZOOOOOOOO! My heart goes DOKI DOKI for the lime gremlin.//

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desertcolosseumking‌:

     Dad…?

     The word sounded out of place when applied to him. Even though Wes knew he was Kazue’s father, the two of them had been fairly distant the whole time they’d lived together. He didn’t feel like a dad. But if that was how Kazue saw him… Well, maybe he was doing something right for once. That was the least he owed Rui and Kazue for being away so long.

     “Yeah…” He laughed, though it was quiet and weak. His shaky, shallow gasps didn’t allow for much volume. “I’m your dad. Wild…”

     Once more Wes laughed, though this time it was more of a delirious giggle, his amusement amplified by his loosening grip on reality. He managed to force his eyes open for a couple fleeting seconds as he smiled warmly at his son, projecting as much paternal love as he could before his eyes fluttered shut again and his features went slack, with the only remaining movement of his body the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

     Justy’s blood turned to ice as he processed Kazue’s words. This was too grave a situation for him to handle alone.

     “There’s– the only major hospital I know of is here in Phenac, but that’s too far.” He hopped into his car as he spoke, his pokemon piling into the back seat moments before he sped away. He didn’t even know where he was driving to yet, just that he needed to get moving. “I think there’s a fairly large clinic in Agate Village and a couple smaller ones in Pyrite. I don’t know if they’re equipped for something like this, though. I’ll have to call and see what they can do. That means I have to hang up, okay? I’ll call you back when help is on the way.”

“O-okay... Just promise you’ll call back...” 

His voice was cracking due to the stress, golden eyes filled with tears as he hung up. After putting pressure on and bandaging the wounds the best he could, he curled into a ball beside his dad and shook so bad that it was easily seen and felt if one was close enough.

“I...”

His eyes squeezed shut, hands going over his espeon ears as if to block out the world around him.

“I don’t wanna be an orphan...”

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     The sudden impact of the couch startled Wes, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment to observe the damage. The sight earned a pained whine as he lamented the potential damage to his furniture. Sure, he had bigger things to worry about, but part of him dreaded the thought of cleaning up this mess if he lived.

     “If he lived.” What a weird thought that he might die right there on his living room floor. Not that he’d ever expected to live a long life, granted. This just wasn’t really on the list of ways he ever thought he’d go out.

     It was out of his hands at this point, though. As Wes struggled to stay conscious–a battle he was ultimately losing, if slower than he expected–he felt a hint of pride at the fact that Kazue was obviously trying to help him. He did wonder who the poor kid was screaming at, but he was dimly aware of the fact that it was a phone Kazue was shouting into, so one had to assume someone was on their way. Fast, he hoped. He’d never lost so much blood before. The feeling of it soaking into the carpet beneath him was sickening, and the last thing he wanted was for his life to end lying in a hot, sticky puddle of wet carpet. And worse, with poor Kazue there to see and feel it all alongside him. That kid had suffered enough.

     Justy had been out for a walk with his pokemon when his phone rang. Holding it up to his ear without checking to see who was calling, he nearly jumped out of his skin when Kazue’s panicked screams practically deafened him. His pace faltered. The slightly fuzzy audio of the phone call muddled Kazue’s already difficult to understand shouting. Justy wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t good.

     “Wh-what? Kazue??” The gears in his head turned manically as he tried to decipher what the hell was going on. “Hold on. Listen to me. Whatever’s happening… I can come get you, but– but not quickly, okay? I’m near the gym, and if you’re at home, it’ll be awhile before I can get there. If you’re in danger, please, please call the police. But I’m on my way.”

     He didn’t hang up the phone, but he went silent as he dashed back to the gym to get his car, his slower pokemon scrambling to keep up with the sudden urgency.

     Please be safe, Kazue.

“Justy PLEASE! DAD’S HURT! He’s BLEEDING OUT and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO besides put pressure on the wounds!”

He was hysterical, trying to stay as calm as he could wasn't going to last long. Whisper, who had hid when the commotion started, rushed over and used Wish on Wes to help curb the bleeding somewhat.

“I don’t know where the nearest hospital is or anything! FUCK! I CAN’T LOOSE SOMEONE LIKE THIS AGAIN!!!”

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Everything happened so fast... One moment things were fine. Kazue was watching Wes work on something in their living room with a hint of curiosity when a Cipher Peon barged in. Time seemed to come to a stand still as Kazue watched, frozen as things unfolded. Wes immediately protected him and confronted the peon. 

Kazue only started screaming when he realized there was a knife involved in the fight. His mind flashed back to the night he watched his mother die by a sharp blade, and on a sudden urge; even when the stranger was down, one of the couches was instantly thrown on top of them roughly using psychokinesis. If the Peon wasn't dead before, they sure were now.

The thumbs up only confused the child. He didn't fully trust Wes yet, and the older one nearly gave his life to protect him. There was no malice in that.

Kazue quickly rushed to call Justy, though he was hyperventilating badly before anyone even picked up. He had moved over to Wes and tried to stop the bleeding as the panicked child nearly screamed into the receiver that they needed help.

He was unable to think or talk clearly, fear and worry clouding his judgment. All he could do now was wait while putting pressure on the cuts in Wes’s body. 

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     “WHAT THE–”

     As he hit the floor, Wes finally understood why he was called in to begin with. This kind of behavior was disturbingly familiar. He’d dealt with enough Shadow Pokemon to know more or less what he was dealing with.

     And that was when his old Shadow Pokemon Handling reflexes kicked in. After listening to what the kid had to say, Wes took action. The kid was light enough that Wes had no problem rolling over onto him, pressing his left arm against the child’s throat in such a fashion that it would keep him still, but not cut off airflow in any way. Wes kept the child’s legs pinned down with one of his own, his bent knee providing enough weight to act as a restraint. Leaving the kid’s hands free was a gamble, but completely restricting his movement was bound to stress him out.

     Wes let him go after he felt he’d established that he wasn’t afraid or weak enough that the boy could just do whatever to him. Not that it worked out in his favor. Before he knew it, Wes was sailing through the air into the medic behind him. They both crashed to the floor with a dull thud, the back of Wes’s head smacking the floor painfully and sending flashes of light across his vision.

     It took a moment for them to recover, but when they did, Wes decided it was time to pull out the big guns, so to speak. He reached for one of the pokeballs in his pocket and tossed it in the boy’s general direction. From it emerged Hellbeast, a hulking, fearless Metagross that only needed two words of command to spring into action.

     “Get him.”

     In two swift motions, Hellbeast knocked the bed across the room and slammed one massive foot down onto the kid. That would hold him down more effectively than Wes ever could have, and unlike Wes, Hellbeast would neither take pity on him nor let itself get thrown. Fight fire with fire, as they say. One psychic against another.

     With that taken care of, Wes took a deep breath and began processing everything the kid had said. It all sounded pretty fucked up, but what else was new? Life in Orre was just like that sometimes.

     “Okay. Dead mom, absent dad. Join the fucking club, kid. You aren’t getting any pity points here. And I ain’t scared of you, either. You say you can kill me. So what? I could kill you too. You’d be amazed how easy it is to take someone out.” He rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. That fall left him with a killer headache. “You did say something I actually give a shit about, though. Two things, actually. One, Ein did this to you. I’ve taken that fucker on, so I know what he’s capable of but I wanna hear more about what happened between you. Two, you come from Agate Village. I’m sure I can ask around and find out who’s missing a brat, so get ready to go home, kid. You aren’t staying here forever.”

Kazue wasn't able to doge the incoming metal ‘foot’ that slammed him to the ground harshly, but he managed to fire off a shadow ball as soon as he was slammed against the ground at the Metagross. The impact of the stomp did take his breath away however, and he quickly became disoriented for a few seconds. He had no idea if his attack hit the Metagross or not, but that didn't matter for the moment.

Once the room stopped spinning for Kazue, he glared at Wes before speaking.

“I’m surprised that you didn't know Ein and Cipher were still kicking. That asshole never knows when to quit, and mom ended up dying because of that. Yeah, my great-grandparents are probably distraught, but going back to Agate is the worst thing I could do for the rest of my life. I could KILL everyone there if I got angry enough. You know how violent Shadow Pokemon can be, so sending one back with a completely closed off heart is like saying goodbye to the whole town. Why do you think I don’t want to go back?”

He snapped, eyes glowing slightly as he examined Wes more closely.

“Hold up... I  think there was a picture of you, or someone who looked very similar with my mom. The background looked like Realgam Colosseum, but hey, I could always be wrong. I haven’t seen that photo in ages, so If you’re curious, go ask my grandparents about it. They’re Eagun and Beluh.”

The child’s eyes flashed a dangerous red as he managed to teleport away from the Metagross. Just enough to be out of striking range of those metal limbs.

“Don’t you DARE tell them that I’m here. I’d rather not get them dragged into this shithole.” 

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     “This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Wes spat. He paced back and forth, eyeing the child he’d been called in to deal with. What did that even mean? What was he supposed to do? “Just because I’m used to handling dangerous pokemon doesn’t mean I’m the person to go to for… whatever this thing is.”

     “Thing” indeed. Wes had never seen anything like it in his life; a child with Espeon ears and a tail to match. Shiny, even. For all the wild shit he’d witnessed, this was on a different level.

     Keeping what he hoped was a safe distance, he crouched down beside the bed, peering beneath to try and get a good look at the kid. Golden eyes and bright green Espeon bits aside, it was hard to see much. And he didn’t dare get closer, lest the little bastard bite him.

     “Hey, you.” Wes tilted his head to one side, though it did nothing to make it easier to see under the bed. “I dunno what’s goin’ on here, but I don’t think I’m allowed to leave until we get some answers about you. The fuck did you do to get locked up like this? I gotta figure out what to tell your parents when we get ‘em in here.”

Kazue didn't like this adult’s attitude, and made this very clear with another round of hissing and yowling at Wes as he came closer. His eyes changed from gold to the red eyes of Shadow Lugia in an instant, complete with the reverse mode aura surrounding his body.

The mention of parents only made his anger flare, and Wes was tackled to the ground, the boy furiously mashing his teeth at him as he sat on top of him. Besides that, he made no further movements to harm the adult below him.

“I have no parents. My mother was killed in front of me and my dad never bothered to show his weak ass face the entire time Ive been living. Not to mention the shit Ein put me through for THREE YEARS!”

The reverse mode was getting worse the more the child thought about the hell he’d endured. It was nearly a black color by this point, and all thoughts of not murdering someone were rapidly being thrown out the window.

“So next time you wanna start throwing shit in my face, I won’t hesitate to gut you. You’re damn LUCKY that I have no quarrel with you, or else you’d be DEAD by now.”

Kazue yowled at the medic who was trying to sneak closer to help Wes, and he quickly retreated back to a safer distance. 

“The only reason I was even caught was because someone saw me acting ‘feral’ and called the police. Since I don’t trust my own kind, I was subdued and taken here. Are you FUCKING HAPPY NOW? If you’re done being a bastard, then LEAVE!”

 With some of his power still usable, Wes was thrown into the medic he came in with using psychokenesis.

“AND TELL DUKING THAT I WON’T BE GOING BACK TO AGATE! OUT!”