Pokemon - Evil Reborn

Chapter 26 - Dark Blayde

It was early in the morning when the boy swung himself out of bed. He pulled the curtains wide, and light spilled into the dim room, illuminating everything as he rubbed his eyes. The boy's eyes were deeply serious, orange in colour, almost like that of a cat's shining eyes in the dark. His hair was navy blue, short and spiky with a curled ponytail at the back. A single spiral-shaped ringlet came down in front of each ear and protruded forwards, giving the boy an even more sinister appearance.

His lips were cold and unmoving as he changed into his preferred outfit. A red shirt with no buttons, and sleeves that trailed off into black nearer the wrists. He wore dark purple trousers that were held up with a black belt. The silver buckle fought back against the light shining through the window. A chain came down from the side of the belt, reached down to his pocket, and went back up into the belt again. The silver chain held no purpose — aside from making the boy look all the more threatening.

Finally, he wore a dark purple jacket. None of the yellow buttons were done up at all — instead, the only thing keeping the jacket on was the strap near the neck, which was fastened tight. In this sense, it wasn't a jacket at all. It was a cape.

The boy put his hands in his pockets and let the cape flap over his arms. He took one look at a framed photo by his bedside and turned away.

The youth locked his bedroom door behind him and began make his way down the staircase. He lived in a block of flats, essentially. The place called itself a manor, and each resident only had a bedroom. The bathrooms were shared across the three floors, of which the boy took residence on the third floor. The top floor was the quietest one — only he and the landlord had rooms up there. The rest of the rooms belonged to adults and people of near enough senior age. The boy would often pass them all without a word, yet he knew he was being judged. The old people saw him as a troublemaker. If his appearance was anything to go by, then yes, he was quite scary. Even so, he managed to pay his fee every month, though the landlord had said it wasn't necessary.

The boy made it to the bottom floor and glanced in the mirror beside the bottom of the stairs. From under both of his eyes, a single black line came down at an angle towards his ears, ending on his cheek bones. They weren't make-up, or even scars. He was just born that way. Another factor that made him seem antagonising.

A door started to open, and the delinquent walked on towards the exit. An elderly woman appeared, bringing out her rubbish. "Good morning." She waved. As he walked away, without turning back, the boy lifted his hand. Then he was gone into the world outside, his cape-like jacket flapping behind him in the wind.

*

"On the volley!"

"Hyyyaaaah!"

Ryan leapt up and sent the ball soaring forwards. It whistled through the air at great speed, but Nero's little hands sprang up to meet it. His gloved fingers brought the shot under control, and he stood back in relief.

"Aw, man!" Ryan scratched his head.

"Sweet hit, though." Torch commented, wiping his hands on his shorts.

"Nice catch, Nero!" Gazelle clapped.

"Thanks!" He smiled.

The boys were down by the riverbank, playing football on the grass pitch where Destiny Angel had once trained. Footballs were lying all over the pitch, as countless goals were scored, shots saved and attacks stopped.

"All right! My turn!" Torch placed his boot on top of a ball. "I'll make it three in a row for me!"

"Just try it!" Nero smirked, throwing another ball aside.