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About the story: I would like to retrace the original story by changing parts, adding sub-plots I invented or were inspired by the game or manga, making it a little more mature and realistic. I have already made a detailed list of all the events that will have to happen in each episode until the end of the Indigo League and then continue with the following series.
P.s .: I will probably post this series also on other sites which I will let you know later so that there is no misunderstanding about who is the author of the ff (it's always me but with different and absurd names xD)
The story of Pokemon does not belong to me, only the main character and those of my creation are mine, along with the events purely fruit of my imagination.
I hope you enjoy the episode and the reading :).
Episode 1
It was pitch dark and then pain. The only thing he could feel was pure and simple pain. He didn't even understand exactly what was hurting him. Chris- no… Yuki, his name was Yuki… right? Suddenly his mind was flooded with hundreds of memories. Completely different people and worlds that clashed within his poor mind. It's like a new Big Bang was happening.
One thing is for sure, his head felt exactly like a giant mass had just burst inside it.
There are rumors, but they seem to come from outside. Yuki isn't sure where outside is, he doesn't even know where he is. It is as if he was surrounded by infinite darkness.
But then he saw it. A small and faint light far away from him. Yuki tried to cling to it, as if it were his only lifeline in that place and, actually, as far as he knew it could be so.
But then he hesitated. Blocked by a passing thought. A small concern, which until then he had relegated to the back of his head, emerged forcefully. Like a castaway lost in the sea of memories and thoughts that was drowning and being dragged down, lower and lower. Until, perhaps by sheer dumb luck, he was able to go back up and fill his lungs with the much desired air.
‘It must be wonderful’ Yuki thought dispassionately, he, on the contrary, felt heavily the lack of oxygen around him. As if it had all been sucked away by that castaway, by a thought that he had tried to wipe out, but which had returned to the surface with all the strength that only the will to live can give you.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, Yuki understood it, particularly in this situation. After all, the screams, the voices of despair he had heard earlier came from outside, from the light.
He wasn't so sure he wanted to reach it anymore. He wasn't mad even if his friends tried to convince him otherwise.
Friends. Were they real? Or had he imagined it all and had never been Chris? Should he have continued to pursue his journey into the light and try to understand what was happening to him? Or the best choice was to stay where he was now? He had no idea.
“Usually in movies, light represents the moment in which you pass away" the cursed castaway murmured treacherously from inside his head. Yuki couldn't stop himself from taking a small step back. Of course, his life as Chris was exhausting, he didn't have a family but he had some dear friends.
And then there was his life as Yuki. It was similar to Chris's but, at the same time, completely different. His character was virtually identical in both realities but there was a very important difference. Yuki was not talking about the abyssal difference between the two worlds that he had just realized, and I assure you that this discrepancy between the two realities did exist; even his dear castaway who had risked drowning just at the thought - nice way to die isn't it? Drowned in a sea of memories and worries - could attest to this.
No. It wasn't important at the time. What was important was that he had a family! Or rather, Yuki has a family. But he is Yuki, right? So that's okay right? He really wanted to have parents, he wanted such a reality more than anything else.
Last-minute news, he didn't want to die. Not like Chris and, above all, not like Yuki.
His thoughts were interrupted by a male voice. He could barely hear it, but suddenly every word, every single syllable and letter became clear, crystalline and chilled his blood.
"-Anything ... please ... we'll do anything ... but Yu- let Yuki go"
And in that precise moment Yuki felt the world around him fail. Destroying and shattering, crack after crack. Like an ancient statue that was once imposing but which, with the passage of time, had lost parts of itself. With the only difference that it was not a slow process but as much sudden as it was shocking. The impact was similar to what a bomb would have done in a mirror room. Traumatizing and frightening. Yes, that comparison made more and more sense. Especially now that his eyes were burning, his ears ringed like they were about to burst and his back ...
Yuki fell to his knees and began to tremble and scream, for a moment he didn't understand the reason for such a gesture. The cause of such an abrupt change in behavior. Until a second before he was fine, sure, he was lost in his thoughts but he wasn't sad, and he didn't feel such pain.
He had even realized something just before that suffering increased dramatically. A realization that, for a moment, had entranced him and then was covered, without shame, by a landslide of sensations and emotions. Pain, fear, misunderstanding. What was happening to him? Then it all made sense. His back. Those terrible pains were coming from his back.
The happiness of finally being able to identify the question was brutally crushed by a small, insignificant detail.
The words of his old math teacher thundered in his head.
'Finding the problem is not the same as answering to it' Professor Robinson had told him, at the end of a test that he was sure, he was sure, had gone well; yet the offending paper had been graciously embellished with a proud, red two.
'Bianchi, when will you understand that you cannot get lost in your fancy flights and have to solve the problems I am giving you? It almost seems like you do it on purpose. Is that so? Do you just want to waste my time?’
'Of course, because I had nothing better to do than fail my exams left and right in an attempt to annoy him. Not to mention that the stupid "Blobbinson Fish" - a nickname kindly given to him by myself, modestly - drew his lifeblood from the desperation of his students' the boy thought dispassionately.
'Yes, if you're wondering I hated him. Every hero needs a nemesis right? Or two or three ... or four ... whatever, I had many teachers!' he finally concluded in his head, as if proud of himself.
Yuki suddenly realized something else. And wasn't it magnificent? A day full of discoveries and revelations.
It would have been if it weren't for the fact that the light was sucking him in with a force that he would never have attributed to a person, let alone a small forgotten light. Which, incidentally, was no longer so small but was expanding dramatically.
Yuki realized that he was regaining consciousness and the voices he had heard earlier in the middle of the darkness seemed 100 times higher, certainly the fact that his head was throbbing like never before didn't help.
Once again he was lost for a few moments in his mind. His back was on fire. He couldn't even understand how much the injuries, that he had just realized he had, hurt. How could he describe them if he couldn't even understand that excruciating pain?
They were whipping him. Someone was torturing him and his assailant's creepy laughter was matched by heartbreaking pleas. After a period of time that Yuki could only define as infinite, the shots finally stopped. In reality it had only been a few minutes. His face was wet, probably a mixture of tears and sweat. He was trembling so much that he gave the impression of being in the middle of an epileptic fit and, for a moment, he wanted to lose consciousness.
Then he saw them. Before him, bound and in conditions similar to his, were his parents.
To be exact, they were Yuki's parents but at that moment he didn't care. Yuki, Chris, it didn't matter anymore. He had parents. His parents were right there in front of him, just a few meters away.
The scene would have been much more touching and appreciable, however, if the two adults had not been tied up and if they had not been covered in red. Yuki tried to convince himself that his parents were odd people, and that maybe they had decided to take a bath in a tub full of tomato sauce.
And wasn't that absurd? A part of him, the one that had spent his life enviously watching other children play with their relatives; that little boy who spent his days imagining and dreaming, lost in books, comics and TV series, was, despite everything, ecstatic and embarrassed at the idea of having a family.
While the other part, the one that seemed to be stronger and more resistant, as it was taking over Chris, already knew them. He knew and loved them and Yuki began to cry even louder than before.
Happiness, sadness, anguish and hope began to mix so much that he didn't know anymore when one emotion began and where the other ended, joining and strengthening themselves as when the combination of hot and cold air create a cyclone. So Yuki and Chris emerged together as one entity.
Two different people, with distinct stories and coming from, perhaps, parallel worlds, he wasn't sure yet.
One thing Yuki had not yet realized was that the surprises were far from over.
Here is the first episode, it’s shorter than the following episodes but I wanted to end with this scene so I had to settle for this lenght...
IMPORTANT: I am italian and, although I continuously read in English since it is not my mother tongue, I would like to look for a Beta to give me a hand or someone who is willing to translate the episodes. Thanks a lot <3.
I hope that the first episode has intrigued you and if you like you can leave me a comment, see you next time :).