Mysterious Worlds Collide(OP!OcsXPokémon)

Chapter 3: Meeting

Accumula City was unlike anything Yakashi, Zekuto, Kiyu, and Fuki had ever seen. Skyscrapers touched the sky, neon signs flashed vividly, and electricity buzzed in every corner, powering things they could never have imagined in their pirate world. The city's scale and technology left them stunned, though their reactions varied.

Yakashi observed it all with mild indifference, his sharp blue eyes scanning the bustling streets. For him, none of this mattered unless it offered answers about why he had been dragged into this unfamiliar world.

Zekuto, always critical, found himself marveling inwardly at the advancements in technology but kept his usual stoic expression. "At least this place isn't boring," he thought as his gaze lingered on the gadgets displayed in the windows of high-tech shops.

Kiyu kept to herself, her Skitty happily trotting beside her. While the city fascinated her, she remained cautious, overwhelmed by the constant noise and sheer number of people.

Fuki, in contrast, couldn't contain her excitement. Her wide eyes darted around as she rushed from one sight to the next, marveling at every new discovery.

Eventually, their wandering brought them all to the same place-a bustling city square where a crowd had gathered.

A man dressed in an ornate outfit stood on a stage, addressing the crowd with a voice full of conviction. "People and Pokémon," he began, "have coexisted for centuries. But have you ever wondered if this is the way things should be?"

The group exchanged glances, each interpreting the situation in their own way.

"What nonsense is this guy spouting now?" Zekuto muttered.

Yakashi, uninterested, leaned against a lamppost. "Crowds are annoying," he thought, but he stayed, observing quietly.

The man continued. "Instead of capturing these creatures in Pokéballs, we should be liberating them! Think about it-what gives us the right to confine them to a life of servitude?"

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder.

"Liberate them? Like releasing them?" a man asked incredulously.

"I've been with my Stoutland since I was a child!" cried another.

Yakashi scoffed quietly. "Classic antagonist," he muttered under his breath. "Manipulating the crowd with baseless arguments. How predictable."

Zekuto smirked. "If this is their idea of a revolution, I'm not impressed."

The man on stage concluded his speech. "To liberate all Pokémon-that is the mission of Team Plasma!" With that, he and his grunts began dismantling the stage, leaving the crowd in confusion.

"Weirdos," Kiyu muttered, turning away.

As the group began to disperse, a loud, familiar voice rang out across the square.

"KIYUUUUU!"

Kiyu turned just in time to see Fuki running toward her. Before she could react, Fuki threw her arms around her, nearly knocking her over.

"Fuki! Where have you been?" Kiyu exclaimed, relief and irritation mixing in her voice. "I was worried sick!"

"I was trying to follow the map that old man gave me!" Fuki replied breathlessly. "And... you lost your mask!"

Kiyu sighed, patting Fuki's back to calm her down. "That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you're safe. But seriously, you're choking me!"

"Don't you think you're hugging her a little too hard?" Zekuto quipped from the side, his voice dripping with sarcasm.