Pokemon : An Unexpected Journey
Chapter no.320 A Hachiko In the Pokemon World

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[ POV Change ]

[ A Few days ago ] 

[ Celadon City - 0001 Cemetery Lane ]

As Austin and Lucario made their way through the bad part of Celadon City away from the glamour and riches, they passed by a dilapidated strip mall, its sign has long ago fallen off and the stores within either boarded up or operating behind bars. Trash littered the cracked pavement of the parking lot, and the faint smell of rotting food hung in the air. In the distance, the rumble of a passing train could be heard, its mournful whistle echoing through the empty streets.

Austin followed behind the young man with a battered face, whose clothing was torn and stained with blood. His sneakers were scuffed and the laces untied, giving him a disheveled appearance. 

"Is this the place?" Austin asked, his voice low.

The young man nodded, his eyes darting nervously around the empty street. "Yeah, that's it."

As they approached the mansion, the sound of loud music and shouting grew louder. The building itself was a towering edifice of cracked brick and rotting wood, its windows boarded up and its front door hanging off its hinges. Austin could hear the scurry of Rattatad and the flutter of Zubats from within.

Pikachu slept soundly in Austin's arms, oblivious to the "danger" that lay ahead. The young man led them to the entrance, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle.

"Wait," Austin said, holding up a hand. He turned to Lucario. "You ready?"

Lucario nodded, his fists clenching at his sides.

" Why are you asking? I am not going to find with kids."

" Sure, grandpa."

Austin nodded, then kicked down the door with a loud crash. The sound echoed through the empty mansion, rattling the boarded-up windows and sending a flock of Zubats screeching into the night.

As they stepped inside, they found themselves in a dimly lit hallway, its wallpaper peeling and stained with mold. The sound of voices and music grew louder, coming from somewhere deep within the mansion.

Austin drew a deep breath and stepped forward, his boots creaking on the warped floorboards. Lucario followed close behind, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.

They rounded a corner and came face to face with a group of thugs, their faces obscured by bandanas and their eyes gleaming with malice. The gang was armed with Pokémon like Muk, Typhlosion, and Machamp - and they stood ready to defend their turf.

Austin didn't flinch. He reached for his belt and released his own Pokémon - Rhyhorn and Charmeleon. The two creatures stood ready to fight, their muscles bulging and their eyes blazing.

The gang leader stepped forward, a sneer on his lips. "You think you're tough, coming in here like this? Trespassing on our turf."

Austin raised an eyebrow. "I didn't come here to fight, I just need this mansion for a few days."

The gang leader laughed. " How about you give us that strange Charmleon and I'll give you this place."

Austin stepped forward, as he lit up his cigarette.

" That wasn't a request, smooth brain. You're going to give me this mansion."

The gang leader signaled to his Pokémon, and they charged forward with a deafening roar. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the mansion, and the walls trembled with the force of their attack.

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[ Vermilion City - Verbena Hills ]

On the easternmost edge of Vermillion City, there lies a modest hamlet known as Verbena Hills. It rests atop a verdant mound that gazes wistfully toward the vast expanse of the sea. The dwellings of this haven are typically unassuming, their whitewashed facades blending harmoniously with the lush gardens that enshroud them, instilling a sense of calmness and placidity within.

Yet, amid this unassuming haven, there exists a house that stands apart from the rest. 

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[ Yellow's POV ]

As I trudged up the long, winding driveway, the grand mansion loomed before me like a dark specter from a bygone era. The once-elegant columns were now peeling, and the gardens were overgrown, choked with weeds and brambles. The windows were broken, and the roof was missing tiles, giving the mansion an aura of decay and neglect that made my skin crawl.

The air inside was thick with the musty scent of neglect, and the thick layer of dust on every surface seemed to coat my lungs. Cobwebs hung from the ornate plasterwork, like the remnants of a long-forgotten nightmare. The grand staircase was missing balusters, and the faded wallpaper peeled from the walls like diseased skin.

Despite the mansion's decay, I could still sense an aura of dark history and malevolence that hung over this place like a shroud. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets and horrors these walls held.

" Chu!" The sound of my buddy's voice snapped me out of my reverie, and I rubbed Pichu's head before pushing open the rusted doors of the mansion. The door let out a screech that seemed to echo through the halls like a piercing scream.

As I stepped inside, I felt a sense of dread settle over me like a suffocating blanket. It was as if the mansion itself was alive, watching me with malevolent eyes that I couldn't see.

Suddenly, I felt as though someone was watching me, and I looked around, but there was no one there. My eyes felt heavy like they were being weighed down by some unseen force.

"Pi, Pichu!" Chu-Chu's voice broke through the heavy silence, and I jolted awake from a deep sleep. "Ahhh," I exclaimed, rubbing my head. "That was some kind of nap. Now, where were we?"

Chu-Chu looked at me, sweat dripping from her forehead, before pointing forward. 

Yellow and Chu-Chu walked into the abandoned mansion, the musty smell and thick layer of dust pressing in on them from all sides. The grand, sweeping staircase was missing several balusters, and cobwebs clung to the ornate plasterwork. The sunlight that streamed through the dirty windows cast an eerie glow over the room, as if the walls themselves were alive with secrets.

As they walked through the old rooms, taking in the faded wallpaper and outdated fixtures, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The once-majestic architecture now seemed to be slowly crumbling away, and they could hear the creaky old floorboards groaning under their feet.

Their curiosity drove them deeper into the abandoned mansion, and it was then that they heard a low growl emanating from one of the nearby rooms. Their hearts raced as they realized they were not alone in this desolate place. They hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then their curiosity got the better of them and they cautiously made their way toward the source of the sound.

As they peered into the dimly lit room, they saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at them. They froze, unsure if they should run or try to communicate with whatever was in the room. But before they could decide, the growling intensified and they could see the shadowy outline of a large, snarling animal.

Yellow screamed out, "Chu-Chu, use flash!" as the small electric mouse released a blinding light that revealed a thin and malnourished Growlithe with a thick, matted coat and dull eyes. Its once-playful and energetic personality had been suppressed by loneliness and neglect, leaving it listless and lethargic. It had scars or injuries from scavenging for food or fighting off predators, and its paws were rough and calloused from wandering the abandoned halls of the mansion. Despite all of this, the Growlithe protected its territory, waiting for its master to return as it fired off an ember at Yellow and Chu-Chu.

With a heavy heart, Yellow released Kitty, who quickly pinned down the struggling fire type. As Yellow examined the condition that years of neglect and abandonment had left the Growlithe in, she couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. The mansion seemed to be filled with the ghosts of its past, the shadows of people and creatures long forgotten.

Yellow began to slowly brush the Growlithe's snout as she sang a small lullaby. "Don't worry," she whispered as her hand began to glow, "soon you'll get reunited with your owner." 

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

When the battle was over, after all the blood it shed in the search for truth and freedom, Mewtwo made a solemn vow never to kill again and sealed itself within the Unknown Dungeon. Once the most powerful pokemon in Kanto if not the world, today it knows one damaging technique, a blade of psychic energy carefully controlled only to wound, which some say is reversed from a normal Psycho Cut's position.

Mewtwo's other techniques are strange ones, more mourning than attack or defense. At times it sends visions of the distant past to the opponent, doing nothing but strengthening its resolve to survive. At other times, it tries to commune with its opponent, typically a vicious and powerful pokemon or a megalomaniac trainer but does nothing but swap stat boosts and penalties regardless of need. Once it was found lying unconscious deep in the cave, beaten by a newborn Murkrow it was unable to damage in any way.

This is a fact, while most wild pokemon of similar strength are still clouded in legend, Mewtwo refuses to kill those it vanquishes in combat. At times, it even goes so far as the cave's entrance and gives directions back to the Pokemon Center; the defeated would typically prefer death to such a humbling.

Along with the usual crackpots, great trainers, and wild pokemon, at times Mewtwo is confronted by the loved ones of those it had killed in its rampage. It does not raise a tripod hand to its victims, allowing them instead to beat them to within an inch of its life, but it always recovers. It finds penance in this self-flagellation, but it is nothing of the sort. Perhaps someday, Mewtwo will finally begin to atone

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