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The Dark Type	By : Manifest Destiny Category: Pokemon > General Views: 36310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21
What Blue Eyes See #5
Helping Hand
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For the longest time I always played my game in secret. It felt only right that I’d keep it private; you’d understand if you knew. No one else needed to know.
But things got a lot more complicated. I thought I had things under control. Like I always did. But I guess I underestimated how… hard it can be to forgive someone sometimes. Someone who does something truly unforgivable. I guess that’s what I’ve become; unforgivable. Hated.
Coralis definitely said it to my face often enough. It must be true.
Now I’m feeling stuck for the first time in a long, long time. I have… or maybe had… someone to help me. Iruni Thomas. He’s still my best link. I don’t fully know if he’ll cooperate—this future is too new—but he still hasn’t shaken his place in time. His future is much longer now that I’ve intervened, even if it’s a bit more eventful. So what if it’s better for my own personal usage? I’ll need to keep checking on it. He’ll see Coralis again, at least. Hopefully.
But now…
A shiver danced up my back at the sounds below me. The Ilex forest was screaming. My home. It is no longer a place of life and growth. I can see its future in my mind. Fire. Smoke. Death. Fear. That’s how it will be known for a long time to come.
I’m not blind. I can see what my actions have caused. Maybe it took meeting and ruining Coralis’ life to make me really see, but he didn’t deserve that just to teach me a life lesson. That’s what I’m trying to do. I want to fix everything.
But the more I try, the more things seem to break.
All I’m doing at this point is stalling. I could stare at my ruined home for eternity and it wouldn’t change what’s already happened.
Every time I look at this new future, this new set of possibilities, I am filled with a sense of dread. I spent these past five years stuck in this time period planning and working towards a future that is irrelevant now. I’m left with the pieces of an old game on a brand new board. My old plans accounted for one extra player. But now, it’s obvious I need more help. I need power.
I’ll be the first to admit my own physical weakness. I’m not very strong-willed either, but that’s something I’m trying to change. But others in the world, in this time… they can be. They could be my sword and shield. A few choice individuals come to mind right away; important figures, both in my day-to-day, and in the human world. First thing to do is… find out my problems. Then I can find the key to those locks.
That shouldn’t be too hard. First, I’m fumbling around dealing with a mistake I made in the past; that goes to me to fix. Next, Coralis refuses to see me—for good reason, I suppose. That’s Iruni’s job to fix, even if he doesn’t quite know the whole story yet. He’s easy to find, and through him, Coralis. Now… Iruni’s safety is a priority. I’ve already made sure to prevent one life threatening event in his timeline… but, look where that got me.
Then this is my first real problem then… dammit. How can I do something without directly doing something!?
Oh.
Right.
Iruni’s new future already exists… so maybe I can add to it, instead of changing its direction. How involved can I get without things getting too chaotic?
Closing my eyes, I concentrated and cast a bubble of energy around me to block out any sound from the world below. I have to be sure of what I see.
…
No. I can’t.
Too much of my presence in his immediate timeline would distort things far too much. That would hurt my plans more than anything.
This is frustrating… but maybe I’m looking at this the wrong way…
Instead of openly interfering with Coralis’ future, I simply looked to who he would meet. Coralis’ future remained mostly unchanged. So who does Iruni get involved with, I wonder?
Who can help me?
…
Him again? Yes, that’s exactly who that is. He sure bounced back from things quickly. He’ll go and made himself quite the celebrity, won’t he? And it only goes up, up, up from there. He’ll do fine. Now… how do I make sure he can deliver?
A quick look into my new target’s future spelled it out for me. I almost didn’t notice the connection, or possible connection at first, but then it all made sense. It will make sense. I can make it.
Losing my bubble and opening my eyes, I find that it’s been a few hours since I took to my meditating. Moonlight struggled to breach the cloudy night skies. The night is already half-over. Which is perfect; it should be daytime on that end of the world.
A stray thought passes through my head before I bid farewell to the one place I call home.
He’s below me right this instant… the wild card.
The next instant, I’m floating above a city of concrete and steel. The sunlight was bright; glaring off the shiny windows of the buildings. I don’t know this place’s name; not at this point in time. Names of places change throughout the years, humans tend to do that. But there is an island close by whose name I do know: Liberty Garden.
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A short flight brings me to the island home of someone I would probably call a friend, if he and I conversed any more than a handful of times. Likable, energetic, and always getting into trouble with humans once every century or so. The lighthouse attracts a meager amount of tourists, I see. They shouldn’t be a problem. They don’t go below.
Another warp brings me into the basement of the lighthouse. It’s been… about a hundred of my years since I was here last. No telling how long it’s been for Victini though. It’s a dank little place; just like I remember. There’s a new, colorful rug down here now. New toys. The bed’s a bit nicer. But… where is he?
“Boo!”
I was outside again before I even realize I had teleported, my hearts racing. It took me a few seconds to collect myself before I could really process what had just happened. I teleported back inside the basement dwelling underneath the lighthouse to find Victini, the Victory Pokémon of lore, lying on the ground and struggling to breathe. From laughter.
“Oh my— Oh— That was very good!” he laughed, tears pooling around his eyes.
I tried to contain my momentary anger.
It didn’t work.
“What is wrong with you?!” I yelled. “Who just hides in a toy chest like that just to scare someone?”
“It worked, that’s all that matters,” says Victini. Gathering some sense of dignity, the mirthful Pokémon levitates into the air to become level with me. “Are you going to ask me how long it’s been since your last visit? Because I think I know the right answer it this time.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I said to him. “I came here for an important reason.”
“I’ll bet,” Victini said, dropping to the bed below. He really was a strange, childish fellow. He had a stuffed… him on the bed. He lifted it up to show it to me. “Look! Isn’t it cute? I got it for my ‘birthday’ this year.”
“Can you really be so ignorant to things?” I almost yelled. “Take this seriously! I need your help.”
“I can see that,” Victini said. “But you haven’t said what yet. So I don’t know how serious it is. Until then, I’m trying to lighten up the mood. Relax. Take a pillow, and just lie down.”
I clenched my jaw in frustration. How can he be so… happy? Stuck down in this dull, dim little world.
“I’ll do it!”
I looked back at him, completely lost. “I haven’t said what I need you to do yet…”
“No, but you already told me you’d need my help with something very important. Something that only I can do. You said I need to ‘protect someone and help them protect someone else for you’, right?” Victini grinned, showing off his small fangs as he finished mimicking my tone of voice.
“But… I didn’t tell you anything yet.” How did he know so much?
“Yes you did. A future you. You were just here.”
Oh no.
“Stop!” I almost screamed at him. I covered my hears with my hands, “Don’t say anything else! Please!”
“Calm down, ya goof,” Victini suddenly became much more serious. “I know the ropes. You don’t mess with your own timeline. I won’t say anything. Probably.”
“So… you know the whole story?” I asked.
“Let’s see; I know what to do, where to do it, when you want me to do it, and why you want me to do it,” he said as he counted on his fingers. “But I don’t know ‘who’ or ‘how’ yet.”
“How what?”
“Well, I don’t know how I’m supposed to vacate this place without really causing a commotion. I need to be halfway around the world, but I’m not really supposed to leave my room here.”
I pondered this dilemma for a moment. This shouldn’t be an issue. Victini’s more than capable of protecting himself on his own, but to get across the globe in time would take him a while… I can’t just sit here and babysit him until the moment’s right and teleport him either…
“If it helps, Future-You said that you figured it out a solution here. Right now. Apparently I’m a big hint.”
I threw the ever happy creature of energy an annoyed look.
Foreknowledge can be a good thing, I’m convinced. But it also scares me. I can’t see my own personal future, but now thanks to Victini’s big mouth at least I know I have one. I normally make it a point to avoid copies of myself, so when my future-self interferes with my life, I can’t tell the motivation behind the action or what the outcome will be. If I don’t take it, will I end up like the future self that tried to intervene, or will it come to pass whether I do anything or not? Ugh, it’s just too confusing…
“Let’s see,” I said. It takes less time to blink before I see what is coming in Victini’s future. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yes… oh.”
“That doesn’t sound good…” Victini said.
“It’s… a flux point in time. There are multiple futures ahead of you. Only one of them lets you get out of here and help me. The other… isn’t pleasant.”
Victini’s smile fades for the first time since I appeared in his little bunker. “Look,” he said, “I already agreed. Your future-self told me enough about what I need to do. It sounds like something worth going for; and not just to help you either. I need to escape from this place every once and a while. My keepers are… too paranoid about my wellbeing. They’re good people, but it’s suffocating sometimes. This person I’m supposed to protect and guide… I think he’ll do me as much good as I can do for him. I’m willing to take risks for my future, Celebi.”
I nodded and closed my eyes once more. I could see in great deal the point in his future where his timeline splits. Only one lets him go to Johto. And one person will help him get there.
“Alright.” I said. “Tomorrow, you’ll meet a human named Tristan Blake. He is your best hope to make sure you get to see what your future holds.”
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To Be Continued in [Vines of Deceit] Chapter 9: "The Storm"...
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