The May 2007 Fanfic Writing Contest!
Originally Posted by Gavin Luper
Oy, well despite my stupidity I got this bad boy done!
This story (and all following stories related to this story) is dedicated to my lovebug, Blademaster.
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The Father
A storm raged on the seacoast, but there wasn’t a dark cloud in the sky. In fact, it was quite sunny, with a slight wind that gently picked up the sand and blew it a crossed the beach.
A lone figure stood there, arms open, embracing those make believe clouds. The figure’s blond hair, cut to the shoulders, flew around the figure’s face. A body unrecognizable in gender- eyes two different colours, one calm and blue, one wild and green. A robe wrapped tight around the figure’s body was colour coded with reds and blues in a stripe like pattern.
The figure turned its head almost all the way around, and they…the chosen ones, looked at the figure in fear. They knew who it was, and they feared.
“Take care of the crest of serenity, oh, and that egg too…can’t call it a Gazimon anymore, can I?” The figure said in the voice of Kerry Kento. It rang with insanities, with arrogance…with emptiness.
“No!” Tami cried, stretching out an arm as though to grab the girl that was…about to do something.
Kento turned her head back in the proper place, arms out stretched as though to embrace the sky, walked into the sea.
“Nooooo!” She cried again, making a run to save her in vain. Tobi’s strong arms grabbed her, and she thrashed against them. “My fault- all, my fault…” Tears, warm and stingy, rolled down her face.
“There was nothing you could have done,” Valkyrimon said solemnly, landing by her trainers. Gryphonmon let out a mournful cry, folding his wings as his trainers jumped off his back.
Dane was smiling, as always, but his eyes were full of tears as he held the speckled egg to his chest. No, it didn’t look like a Gazimon anymore. Its shell was a pale pink, with black specks.
“We can’t stay here; we…have to get home.” Mark said softly, his voice full of false cheer. He jumped back on Gryphonmon’s back, the crests of sincerity dangling from his neck. He shoved it in, and offered a hand to Dane.
Dane took it, his own chest shinning; his crest of love. Blushing lightly, he wiped the tears on the back of his sweater sleeve.
“Indeed,” the angel digimon said, grabbing the siblings; the tamers of light and hope.
The tears they wept were for the ones they lost and the relief that it was all over. And as they flew through the gates, the most frantic wish they had in their hearts was this;
That Kass, Romea, Tiberius, and Delhi would be standing out there, maybe even with baby digimon in their hands. They would grin and say that everything was alright and that they should skip school tomorrow…just because.
And Kento, Kerry Kento, would be the only one in class B2, shrewd and ambitions; though no longer a killer, because it never happened…ever.
“Are you done yet!?” Jack Spicer yelled from his bathroom, brushing his teeth as a last ditch effort. His hair was painstakingly done, and his eyeliner was in perfection.
“Almost,” Came the pained answer, “I just have to upload it on to the site!” It contained glee, that voice. Jack rolled his eyes as he spat into the sink.
Wiping his face, he rebutted, “I can believe you managed to get gay love into that, it almost makes me regret giving you free time.” He raced out of the bathroom, dodging into his bedroom.
The girl that replied to him clicked submit, waited, and when it was finished she got offline. She seemed to be less ready than the boy. Her long blond hair was frizzy, her blue eyes sleepy, and was wearing what looked like pajamas, this girl leaned back in the computer chair.
“So, what’s so important about your Father, anyway?” She asked, stretching lightly. She slowly rose out of the chair, to make an attempt to get ready.
“Get off that high Ponyta of yours and get ready, Wednesday!” Jack snapped, putting on a short cropped jacket of black. He quickly snapped the clasps, chucking a large lump of fabric at her.
Wednesday caught it, and then somehow managed to drop it. Bending over to pick it up, she retorted; “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“I think you’re just jealous because you don’t have a dad!” He snipped venomously, snapping his trademark goggles on his head. Jack looked down; clearly deciding that the rest of him looked fine.
“Oh, and you do?” She warbled in return, “OOoh, poor Jacky, his Father disappeared when he was just a lad to find himself! Oh, but he brings in the bacon, and every once in a while comes back” Wednesday unfolded the clothes, looking slightly disgusted by them, “But, you know, he shows up once in a while, and you all throw a party!”
Jack pushed her lightly on the left shoulder, “Shut up about my Dad…parents, whatever!” He squeaked the last word, taking a look at his watch. It was almost time!
Wednesday gave a spectacular pout, stropping off to go change.
The teen boy rubbed his shoes with an old rag, trying to get them to shine. A large Murkrow flapped over to Jack, digging its claws as it landed on his shoulder.
“Ow, careful with this jacket, Wuya!” He flicked his hand in her direction. She let out a caw, flying away and on to the table where his feet were propped up.
“What is so important?” She asked, eyeing him shrewdly, “Your Father has come back before, as the girl said.”
“Yeah…but…” Jack rubbed more, looking totally absorbed into the polishing. “I need money for robot parts, but Dad thinks robots are stupid…”
Wuya hopped forward, looking inquisitive. Her fool wasn’t telling the complete truth, and she knew it.
Jack avoided Wuya’s gazed, shinning a spot he had already shinned. No longer able to pretend to shine (thanks to a short attention span) he stood up straight, and sighed.
“And he wants me to take care of the Gym while he’s gone! The Gym!” Jack cried, in a aggrieved voice. Gripping his hands into a fist, he mimicked punching something. “I won’t have a social life-“
“Not that you have one.”
“Or be able to gather Shen Gong Wu!” He finished, ignoring Wuya’s insult. The witch in the pokemon body gapped at him. She ruffled her feathers angrily.
“By no account must you get that position!” Wuya snapped, flying into Jack Spicer’s face. He cried girlishly, blocking his face from her claws of doom.
“That’s why…” Wednesday walked out of Jack’s room just them, pulling on the stretchy fabric of the black dress, looking very uncomfortable.
“Wednesday,” he grinned at her, pushing Wuya out of his face, “now to do something about you hair…” Jack snapped his fingers, and before you could say ‘Make-over’ Wednesday found herself surrounded by Jack-bots holding cans of cheap hair spray.
“EEee-No, go Mopsey!” There was a minor explosion as a long eared pokemon kicked their robot cans. The two struck a pose as the dust from hair spray and robot bits flew from them like some sort of cosmic rays. “No one touches the hair!” (Luuuupbun!)
The hair spray floated through the room like a noxious gas. In fact, it gagged a certain lavender haired man.
Jessie and Meowth jumped as James coughed, diving over him with freighted eyes to quell the noise. The two bickering teenagers looked over there, and Jack pointed in the coughing direction. Obeying, the Jack-Bots hovered over there.
“Intruders!!” The Jack-bots cried in unison, shooting laser beams from their eyes .
Team Rocket hugged each other, screaming in terror as lasers zapped around them. Apparently, Jack didn’t program them for accuracy.
The evil boy genius laughed evilly, throwing his arms up in the air in as his Jack-Bots did some damage. Wednesday joined in with shrill, fake sounding giggles, as Mopsey cleaned her paws.
“What is going on here?!” The staircase door had been opened in this chaos. The voice full of anger belonged to a man that was standing there. He had cruel, rounded features with small black eyes and close cut black hair.
“Giovanni!” The trio of attackies cried, anime tears running down their faces as they held on to each other in pants wetting terror.
Giovanni’s already small black eyes narrowed in hatred as he saw the bumbling fools that ‘worked’ for him. He slowly walked down the steps; you could hear a pin drop.
“D-dad,” Jack stammered, he felt the warm blood rush to his face in embarrassment. This was really the last thing Jack wanted his Dad to see. Him, taking joy in petty robots with intruders and a klutzy secretary, not to mention a trapped witch in a weak pokemon’s body, this was great, just great…
“Dis brat is the boss’s son?” Meowth snorted, earning a glare from Giovanni. He hid his face in Jessie’s skirt.
His Father looked up at him, harshly, which caused Jack to give a little whimper. His harsh look faded into a smile, a sharp one, but a smile, nonetheless.
“Jack, you know I am a busy man, “Giovanni said, his voice like silky like a nightgown.
“I know,” Jack blurted out, earning a reproving glare from him. He gulped before continuing, “but I have dreams too, I don’t want to be struck around here-“
“Apparently,” his Father waved his hands around, gesturing that the basement was the subject of his sentence, “you do.” He laughed silently at Jack’s rather hurt look, but now his heartless eyes fell on the girl.
“Who is this?” He asked coldly. Wednesday backed up into Mopsey, who seemed keen on hiding as well, “Your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend!” Jack blurted out loudly, folding his arms in a self-conscious way. He didn’t like it when people came down in his basement, getting all up in his grill.
“Well then,” Giovanni smirked, eyeing her, “this second rate tramp can leave my sight. You know the rules about such things, Jack.”
His son raised his eyebrows, since when were the rules enforced on him? Rules were for losers, not for the son of a wealthy tycoon, or an evil genius. He looked over at Wednesday, and groaned inwardly. He could see the infuriation in those ridiculous eyes of hers, normally, she was quiet around strangers, chose not to trust them, but Jack sensed that the norm was about to change.
Please, Jack begged in his brain, please keep quiet. I’ll let you eat my pudding supply, just please shut up.
“Excuse me!?” (Dear God) Wednesday snapped, wound up from earlier still, “A tramp, play me as some sort of a gold digger!?”
Giovanni’s smile slipped off his face, “Than what are you?”
“Your challenger for control of this gym!” She and Mopsey struck a fighting pose, fire in their eyes. In the background, Jack Spicer groaned.
“You!?” The wannabe mobster chuckled, looking at Jack with a certain fondness. Jack met his eyes, looking away quickly.
“Very well,” He nodded with his hands behind his back. Giovanni turned around, giving his flunkies a sharp glare; they instantly understood it as a command to follow him. “Bring your little friend up to the gym, Jack, we’ll show her what a Spicer can do.”
Wuya laughed loudly, flying over them. She took perch on Jack’s shoulders, cawing with malice.
“Yes,” she taunted, “let’s see what a real Spicer can do! Hra-kre-kre, if he’s anything like his son, even this fool will beat him!” Wuya teased Wednesday as though she wasn’t standing there, but that was nothing new.
Upstairs in the Gym, Jack was eating cookies his Mom made for him as his Father and Wednesday prepared for the fight.
The girl was jittery, this being her first legal fight and all. More often than not, Wednesday was engaged in illegal fights over Shen Gong Wu for Wuya and Jack, but why really?
Because I wanted to take over the world since the second grade, too…
Well, it’s jolly good and all that rot to share a dream with someone, but what if…?
What? She asked her self, watching Giovanni yell at the man who was now putting on a judge outfit as quick as he could.
What if you could do it by yourself?
“By myself?” She mouthed, digging in her pocket suddenly. Wednesday produced two small black poke balls, each with the insignia of Heylin on them. Jack had them imprinted with his own initials so other villains didn’t think it was an all for all.
“Jack!” Wednesday yelled, getting his attention between mouthfuls of gooey heaven. She chucked the pokeballs as hard as she could, in his direction…sorta. Lucky for the both of them that Wuya was there to catch them in her evil talons.
“I don’t need ‘em anymore,” She said, solemnly, taking out two of her own pokeballs to replace those.
“What-?!” The evil boy genius looked outraged, what was with this flunky today?
“I’m doing this on my own!” Wednesday retorted, turning from him to look at the field with intent eyes.
Jack shoved the pokeballs into his pocket, as Wuya re-perched herself on his shoulder, “You can’t even walk by yourself,” he muttered, ruefully, returning to the cookies.
James, from Team Rocket, stood on a small podium, with two white flags in his hands. Trembling with fear, he brought them together; “Wednesday…from…” the man let out a squeak, failing already, “challenges Giovanni of the Viridian Gym for control of the Viridian Gym.”
Breaking the connection of the flags, James confidently said; “Let the battle commence!”
Giovanni’s cold knowing smile dug into her skin like scabies, he knew she was flying solo, and he was the German pilot ready to take the K-27 down.
Why must there be calm before the storm? Shouldn’t the warning be less subtle?
The battlers pulled out their first pokeballs, pressing the center button, threw them on to the field, like clouds from the sea.
Thank you Saffire Persian. (Complete list coming soon)
The thing is, I made Arioch for an RPG by Plantae *glares at him* that's not actually been made yet, so I've not had a chance to RP him yet. I really wanted a chance to write some of his backstory, and this was a good opportunity. ^_^ As of yet though, there's no more written, but I reckon I'll definitely be doing more at some point.
Go ahead, Weas.