The Truth and The Ideals (Pokemon Fanfic)

Chapter 12. Taking Back the City!

Black ran through the city streets, his Musharana close beside him, in his arms he held a knocked out White closely. He turned around and ordered the Pokémon to attack, it did, and got one of the grunt's Houndour's good. It wasn't enough to cause the dog Pokémon to faint, but enough to slow it down. The grunts weren't ready for an offensive so they caught them mostly off guard. However, things took a turn for the worse when the shadow triad showed up.

Now the whole group was forced to spilt up, they were to meet up at the exit of the city, by the gates. White had been hit by one of the shadow triad and fainted on the spot. Black was sure that the others were at least safer than he was. Most didn't have one of the members of the Shadow Triad chasing them. He needed to somehow lose them, but at the same time he needed to protect White.

"I don't know, what do I do?!" He screamed hoping that someone would answer.

"Turn left into the building." A voice replied. Black couldn't recognise who the voice belonged to, but he took it's advice anyway. He turned a sharp left into the building and the doors locked as he entered. He turned around and was glad his Musharana was with him, the Houndour hit the door and tried to break through it but couldn't.

He placed White down on the couch then sat on the chair beside her, he might as well rest here for a while. He had nothing better to do. He pulled out a potion from his bag and used it on Musharana, the potion was possibly now one of the rarest things out there nowadays.

One thing couldn't leave his mind, who did that voice belong to? He had heard it before, well something somewhat similar. It was eating him up inside, he wanted to thank his saviour properly. He couldn't though, and that's what got him.

His thoughts drifted elsewhere and wondered how the others were doing? The one he was most worried about was Azamuku she had just challenged the head of the Shadow Triad when he had left her, he could only hope that she was fine.

------(10 minutes earlier)------

"Hahaha this is a piece of cake!" Mamoru laughed, as another Team Plasma member fell to his knees as his Pokémon fainted.

"It is Mamoru! I can't wait to take this town back, it will be so much fun." Bianca cheered, she smiled then punched a grunt in the face, causing the poor grunt to grab his now bleeding nose. "I can't wait!" Bianca squealed.

"...You will have too." A voice told her, both Mamoru and Bianca's heads turned to face the voice, standing there were three ninja-like men, with white hair and all with emotionless faces. One stood in the middle, he had his arms crossed.

"The Shadow Triad." White hissed, running up to them, she had Black and Azamuku beside her, the boy and the woman both glared at the ninjas.

"Ohonon, what a lovely surprise, well let's fight." Azamuku declared, hand on her sword's handle. The one in the middle jumped out and attacked White instead of Azamuku. The girl was hit in the stomach and fell into Black's arms.

Azamuku glared at the member then pulled her sword out using it as a barrier, spitting the leader from the Shadow triad and Black apart. "This is our fight, not theirs." She told him, then took a stance as he stood back.

"Mamoru, Black, Bianca go get tell the others to spilt up and meet at the edge of town. I'll take this one." Azamuku ordered. Black nodded and reluctantly ran off, Mamoru and a struggling Bianca close behind.

"Now, let's dance."

------(Herupa)------

Herupa stared out the glass window, she placed her hand on it, then admired the lights of the many flats and homes of people in this city. The lights reflected off her eyes and back outside. Behind her N sat down, sipping tea, the two had managed to find safety up here. Herupa turned around and smiled as she sat down in front of him.