Hamartia | By : Stardust_Lily Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The oppressive green lights were snuffed out of existence as Meowth momentarily lost the ability to see. The pain was too sharp, too everywhere. It felt like every one of his bones were breaking, every organ rupturing, he wanted to scream but his vocal chords just weren’t working. Next thing he knew he was on the ground. Did I…pass out? He wondered groggily. The thought barely made it across the landscape of his mind before he was out cold again.
Giovanni cautiously entered the chamber. He could see immediately that it had worked, though really, he’d never had any doubts. Where a pokémon should have been there instead lay a boy curled up into a ball. The boy looked to be somewhere between his late teens to early adulthood with jet black hair and pale cream-colored skin, which he noticed was sleek with sweat. The huddled figure was shaking slightly. Giovanni found that he couldn’t help feeling an ounce of pity for the pathetic creature before him. He quickly shrugged it off. Emotions such as pity or empathy were worthless when trying to conduct an experiment of this magnitude. He stepped cautiously forward and placed a hand on it’s shoulder to make his presence known. His experiment startled slightly and pulled away, murmuring something unintelligible. After a moment of unsure silence, the boy guardedly lowered his hands from his head.
His dark blue eyes met Giovanni’s, and it looked as though he were going to speak as he sat up on his knees and clenched his hands into fists, but he was quickly distracted by his body’s own movements. His eyes snapped down and widened considerably as he stared at his hands. They shook slightly as he slowly opened and closed them once more. He looked back and forth between the other man and his own hands, his face absolutely perplexed. He deliberately wiggled each finger in turn, slowly at first, then hurriedly, as though mimicking a pianist. He proceeded this way until his fingers grew tired and he clenched them once again.
“Oh…” He muttered, seemingly staring into space.
“As I said,” Giovanni beamed, “this experiment is a success as far as the transformation process goes. From this point you will be providing valuable feedback on the long-term effects of the process.”
If the boy was listening to him he didn’t show it. His eyes remained unreadable until he caught sight of something that glittered on the floor. Giovanni followed his gaze and recognized it as the charm that meowths like to keep on their forehead. Apparently it wasn’t an organic part of their bodies and therefore remained the same as ever. The boy snatched it up possessively and clutched it to his chest as though he were afraid someone would try to take it from him. Giovanni really couldn’t care less about a worthless thing like that. He was however growing bored of the small, humid chamber and felt that it was time to move forward.
“Can you stand?” Giovanni queried.
“I guess so…”
The boy shakily stood; face becoming more stunned the higher he rose from the ground. Upon reaching his full height he glanced down at himself and spun in a circle, trying to take it all in. He stopped when he met Giovanni’s face and stumbled back, clearly unused to seeing people without having to look skywards.
“I’m so tall!” He exclaimed.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Giovanni smirked. The boy was still only pushing average height for an adult male and was a head or two smaller than Giovanni himself.
The kid shook his head vigorously. “You’s just don’t undastand what it means ta be short!”
“Hm. Well, can you walk?”
The boy took a few tentative steps forward, arms splayed for balance. He found that he could manage. Suddenly distracted again, he began to wiggle his toes.
“Enough wiggling.” Giovanni sighed. “You’ll have plenty of time for that later, I’m sure. We need to get you to the room you’ll be staying. You’re new body is likely fatigued from the ordeal and should be resting. We’ve had far too many subjects collapse from exhaustion. ”
“Oh…yea, okay.”
They exited the chamber, and Giovanni couldn’t be happier with how well things had gone.
The lights of the room felt harsh as he exited the chamber. Meowth rubbed his eyes, one hand still clutching his charm. Before he knew it he was being poked in the ribs, a sensation that caused him to jump back in shock. It was that doctor guy again. He was rambling on about something which Meowth tried to tune out. He could barely handle anything that was happening at the moment, the last thing he wanted was to decipher some science mumbo jumbo. The guy didn’t let up on the annoying poking though, which was becoming uncomfortable on all sorts of levels. This body was completely foreign and it was really starting to freak him out. Each prod shocked his nerves as though he were feeling for the first time. He was suddenly keenly aware of the fact that he was naked. Well, sure he was always naked he supposed, but pokémon are supposed to be naked. Now that he thought of it, pokémon have fur and scales and all sorts of features to protect themselves from the world around them. All humans have is their fragile skin. Meowth shuddered. He was sure he’d never felt quite so exposed before.
“Are you listening?”
“Huh?”
The doctor rolled his eyes. “You’ll be staying in room 201 on the third floor. There are a few grunts staying on the floor for training but you shouldn’t see much of them. If you do, don’t initiate conversation. Don’t say anything about this experiment or what you’ve seen here today. Is that understood?”
“’Dey wouldn’t believe me if I told ‘dem…”
“You can expect serious consequences if you DO happen to tell anyone. Am I being clear?”
“Yea, ok. I gotcha. I ain’t sayin’ nothin’.”
The doctor adjusted his glasses, satisfied that everything would proceed as planned, and stepped over to one of the cabinets lining the wall of the room. He pulled out a bundle of black cloth and shoved them into Meowth’s hands. He unfurled what turned out to be a shirt branded with a bright red R.
“Oh! ‘Dis is a uniform!” He grinned.
“Of course. You’d look more than suspicious if you ran around naked. Hurry and put it on.”
Meowth happily complied, even if he did trip over himself numerous times in the process. Once dressed, he shoved his charm securely in his pants pocket and couldn’t help but grin every time he caught sight of that R. Even in his questionable predicament he couldn’t keep down his pride at actually wearing a true uniform.
Although, I’d like it better in white…
A sudden ache assaulted his heart as he remembered his friends.
Heh…if they could see me now...
He jumped when Giovanni placed a hand on his shoulder. Even in this state the Boss’s hands looked as big as ever.
“Follow me.”
This chapter was going to be a longer but it’s taking me so long to write it I figured I’d split it here. Random headcanon info: I’ve only ever seen human/gijinka of Meowth with blonde hair. Ehhhh, I don’t see it. I understand the reasoning but I’ve always figured he’d have black hair because of the tips of his ears (stupid reason)? And I just sort of prefer it? So there’s that. I also feel that his speech patterns are half legitimate accent and half inability to form certain sounds due to being a pokémon and all. The hard D in place of a Th is more not being able to previously, so theoretically he could now learn to speak with less of an impediment if he was motivated. Not sure yet if that will play into the story at all but, you know. Thoughts. Hope you found this chapter enjoyable!
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