(Minx is an OC by @CrazyIwascrazyonc, and his group, Team Hellfire are also by him. I have been given permission to use him. Faith is an OC by AceTrainerCarmine, Violet is a shared OC between me and her. All OCs I have permissions for :3)
The news broke at one in the morning, on the 27th November, 2025. Within five minutes, the first papers by the Kalosian border had begun to report on the story online. Within ten, social media went ablaze. Within fifteen, mass confusion. As Paldea began to wake up, most people knew who the Iron Cult were, that they controlled Kalos, and that there was war on the horizon, mostly before they had breakfast.
For Rootsie Yukia, however, this was not a new occurrence. She was from Münster, Germany. A town with a lot of history.
The most obvious bit of history in her hometown was the damages that it suffered, being in the crossfires of the 'Crisis of 1967', a remarkable moment of modern history in which Kyogre and Groudon awoke following American cold war nuclear tests that were done during the arms race in a desire to one-up the nuclear capacity of the Soviet Union. The two incredibly powerful and intelligent Pokémon, enemies often, but brothers and friends, sent attacks around the world, reshaping regions, and branding them new names. Hawaii split off from America, and became 'Alola', America was reshaped and became 'the united states of Unova' with New York, now known, rather confusingly, as 'Unova state'. (But I'm getting sidetracked, am I not? this is the story of the lovely German, is it not? So I'll get to the point, shall I?) Other regions saw themselves renamed, but Germany remained unaffected.
Rootsie had been in Germany when the Cult were just something to laugh at, never taken seriously. A few people that got off of what they believed Lysandre's alleged vision for Kalos and Ockaos was, their numbers scattered across a few regions. She remembered the days when they were still just slightly annoying people handing out unhinged pamphlets at her door. They now ruled the country, and Kalos too, were moving into Ockaos, and now had their eyes turned towards Paldea.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kieran looked at the quick ball, and imagined the grand tall beauty inside and whispered into the ball, "I grew just like you, buddy. You're a real beauty, you grew in the sun. Florian's my sun. Too bad he doesn't shine for me. Did he pick up on the Applin? I know he's Paldean, but didn't he used to spend a lot of time in Galar? Or maybe he's half Galarian? Not the point, ya thoughts are gettin' off track, Kieran."
Kieran got up, pain reminding him where he had been stabbed, he winced. He couldn't shake the feeling. He finally said it out loud, staring at the quick ball, "I like Florian. Like-like him."
------------------
In a dark room lit only by the lighter of Minx Flare's blunt and the screen the camera in Kieran's dorm was broadcasting. He exhaled, turning away from his husband Felix, who was lying on his lap as he stroked his dark hair. The powerful young man watched over.
"Fuckers can't even keep random people out of this." Minx grimaced, more to himself, while putting on his makeup, "they've really gone and done it now. Stabbing some random kid. Guess we've no choice to reveal ourselves, we can't let some cultists get all the attention."
Felix groaned, getting up. Felix had been beaten up before Minx and his'... session by some of Minx's grunts who, for the sixth time this month, had mistaken Felix for a police officer, even though he had left the force years ago now. He only wore his uniform there because Minx thought he looked good in it. He sat next to Minx, and couldn't shake the stressful feeling in his chest. It tormented him in every waking moment, as he fiddled with the collar of his deliberately comfortable (and easily removable) pink suit.
YOU ARE READING
Pokémon: Forever Wounded
Hayran KurguKieran is stabbed non-lethally in the Terrarium by a masked man, who ends up being a member of the iron cult, a group of terrorists who worship Lysandre as if he were a god. They control most of Kalos, and are obsessed with war. And war's looking ev...