Some Things Never Change

A look in on the past...

Hey guys, sorry for the late update but exams were there. Not much to say only that in this chapter a part of Hilbert's back-story will be told.  Well then let the next chapter commence!

I don't own pokemon.

There he was, the new champion. He was sitting in his room looking at some rather important-looking papers. They contained the plans he was going to put in action. He knew that the time had come for his revenge. Although he wanted to get it done as fast as possible, he knew better than to burn the midnight oil. He was the champion of Unova now, it was a position needed for his plan and he couldn't risk it by causing others to become suspicious of him.

So, he decided to rest. He didn't have much belongings. For some people the things that they got, found or achieved were momentos, reminders of their success, but Hilbert other than his new trophy for becoming the champion didn't have much things to remember the times that had gone by. Right now he wasn't referring to what happened in Team Plasma's castle, but of the things that happened since he was a boy.

Not wanting to look back to those times, he went to sleep. Sleep did not come as easily as we all would get. No, he couldn't sleep, at least not peacefully. He managed to sleep due to his aura training by making his mind blank as he did in his childhood, but at that time he hadn't developed his skill that much nor did he know about its existence within him. He just used in Munna. A sad memory, a thing that shouldn't happen to any child especially after he has lost something dear to him, he lost his Munna too.

By this time he was asleep, but he was still tossing in his bed. The nightmares or rather nightmarish memories were back......

Dream Sequence (Look for A/N below afterwards)

A boy, tall for his age, could be seen walking down a road. He had no friends with him, he was alone but, he wasn't sad. He had a bag over his shoulders so he was going to school presumably. As he approached the school gate, he entered inside and looked at the school. It read "Lacunosa High School". Remembering what happened most of the times in there, he looked down and sighed. He then made his way to his class.

The class started, the boy was an A grade student usually being able to answer things in a manner as expected by the teachers, so we could say that he would be paying attention to the teacher teaching in front of the class, but no, he was sitting at the far end of the class, in a corner looking gloomy. Nobody talked to him. His classmates called him a nerd and a geek because of his behaviour of linking everything to something mathematical or scientific. This had continued till he was sitting on the last bench instead of the first bench where he would be usually sitting. True, he had friends before but they too had gone diminishing because of various reasons, till he had no friends.

Every time he stood up and answered questions in his way he would receive a discouraging pun whether it would be about his way of talking or about his height. There were other tall children in the class too but they much cooler than him and were more popular too, not to mention that he was the tallest too. Being tall was considered as good sometimes but in the boy's case, it was the polar opposite. For him being tall meant being subjected to teasing and having more vulnerability in getting hit which he did.

Even after all of this he wasn't broken, he always looked forward to returning to his home and spend time with his parents. He made his way to his home alone once again. His parents could always cheer him up. His parents were powerful pokemon trainers and were thus were being swarmed by the media, so they kept their identity a secret. This secret was a proud possession of the boy. He noticed that he had reached his house and made his way inside. He called out to his mother but he didn't get a reply. He figured that nobody was home. He was left by himself again but it didn't upset him. Normally it would have downcasted a child very much but not this one. The light inside him was strong, perhaps due to a power he yet didn't realize he even had.

He took a pokeball and released the pokemon inside it. A bright flash of light appeared and materialized into  a Tepig. He started playing with it. He took care of his pokemon or buddy as he called it, very much. It was obvious a boy who has no friends would take very much care of the closest thing to a friend he had.

A blast caused him to stumble in the backyard where he was playing with his buddy. He looked around for the source and eventually found smoke rising in the forest nearby. He ran to it and saw a pokemon battle in progress. He looked to the battlers who were battling, he saw a man wearing a huge robe like he was a sage. He also wore a monocle-like thing over his eye of green colour but it looked too advanced to be a simple monocle. The man had two other men standing on either side of him. They wore identical costumes like it was a uniform and in this case it looked like they were wearing a medieval outfit, dressed as knights. "That's Team Plasma, dad told me about them. They must be here to try get mom and dad in Team Plasma. ", the boy thought. He looked to the other side and saw his parents!

He looked at their belts, his father had lost 4 pokemon, currently fighting with his Samurott, his mother had lost 5 pokemon, down to her last which was a Serperior. The man in the robe had lost no pokemon still going on with his hydreigon only which was a surprise because both of his parents were quite formidable trainers. His parent's pokemon looked beaten while that beast of an hydreigon didn't even look like it was tired. The man ordered a flamethrower knocking out the Serperior. That was when everyone noticed him.

He wanted to fight and help his father but he couldn't do that with Tepig. His mother told him that he must get out of here but he couldn't not with the two Plasma crooks watching. She told him how the man in the robes now known as Ghetsis had indeed tried to get them in Team Plasma and how they had refused leading a fight to the death in between them. He knew the fate of the battle for certain when he looked on to the battlefield, his father's Samurott was panting but doing its best to hold its opponent off.

His father looked back at him concern evident in his eyes. His father knew that this fight was their last but he couldn't let it be his son's last one too, no he had to survive so commanded his partner to use surf and ice beam on it effectively buying some time for his son's escape. He materialized the pokemon from his last pokeball, a Braviary. His wife knowing that this would be the last time she would ever see her son, approached the boy and hugged him. All of them had teary eyes but that was when they heard a crack they knew that that the distraction won't hold for long and that they both had to cover for their son while he escaped.

And so the Braviary flew away carrying the boy on its back who was looking back at his mother waving to him, "Goodbye, Hilbert.", with sorrow clear as a crystal in her voice. The boys eyes widened and he yelled to warn his parents about the incoming hyperbeam but it was too late. He had lost his anchor, his support, his parents. The light that had once been strong had been muffed out by the incident......

Dream Sequence End

Black woke up in sweat, panting and breathing heavily. " I thought that the memories won't be back in sleep again", he thought. He got out of the bed and went towards the balcony and said, "Something big is about to be set in motion", while fingering something in his pocket. A MasterBall.

There you have it folks the chapter 3 of my fic.  This chapter has revealed a lot about Hilbert's past.

About the dream sequences, there might be more of them as I intend to make the things leading up till the present clearer. There may also be flashbacks depending on my capability of including their intro in the story or in other words I will add flashbacks depending on my capability of exactly knowing how and when to accurately include them. So please R & R.    

BTW if anyone from my class has seen this, I would like to say that I atleast got something part real and original.......

Anonymous Trainer over and out.