The Incomplete Soul Saga

The Incomplete Soul Saga

Part One: The Outsiders

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. I only own Shinoda Daisy, Touma Myo, Ichimura Wakana, & Miyamoto Megumi

I have finally decided to post up my very first fic that I have created. It may have taken me Five years & ten college ruled notebooks to write, edit & reviewed by my friends, but it was worth every bit of it.

Prologue
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Mewtwo
(Rustboro City)

How long has it been, Since the Mt. Queyna incident, upon which my life was spared? Four, five years it seems to me. It felt like it had just happened yesterday. Lurking into the abyss of night. I have wandered around this planet for so long. From towns to cities, fields, wastelands, & so on. Still looking for my purpose. Every moment that I breathe, every time that I close my eyes, I try to hold on to the one thing that I want to believe, “Life is wonderful.” Ever since I have started to remember Ai, my views on life had took a toll on my emotions, if I even have one. How I want to find what I need, to feel, to know if I am alive. No matter how I wanted to ease my pain, not from the many fights that I still have to deal with from the unlucky trainers that I was carelessly seen at rare times, who sought & failed to enslave me. But from my artificially created soul. Oh how I longed to feel accepted, not to be discriminated. Well, exceptfor that one little incident in Johto. I don't know, ifI should have made that one thing a dream or...it does not matter right now. Maybe in the future.For now, I shall continue to travel; searching for what I need...I guess Megumi was right all along….

Two years later…
(The Unknown Dungeon)

Darkness. Hopeless, soul consuming oblivion. This is what I feel, where I belong. As I look upon the crescent moon lighting up the blackness of the night of my new confines, I start to reflect on what my future might be. The outcome would obviously be that I will still roam the lands and skies, trying to find my place with no results. But not for a while, I need to take rest. On the other hand, I secretly hoped to find someone who knows no prejudice, maybe even show friendship. Now, I know if what I had just thought was in a way, banal. But all I want is a simple life, most of all, companionship. The road to achieve such a feat is impossible, but maybe, just maybe, someday it can happen. I just hope that one day, it might come true. Maybe only, a friend is all that I need most of all. Alas, that, is all that is, hope. I must regain the fabrics of reality. Now, I shall rest here in my new domain. Here, I can find some peace of mine, knowing that this, location is indeed unknown to the world. Just in case if trainers find this place, they will need a prayer in order to make it through the many fathoms this dungeon has. Even if somehow they are foolish enough to still venture, there are many dangerous and strong pokemon, thriving here with no mercy to any one. I found out the hard way, but they too, found out what unholy powers are in my possession. I may have a sense of judgment, but I am still the most powerful pokemon, the world has never been seen. They now know not to get into my dark side, and left me be. And I will let them be, if they all agree to chase out every human that tries to claim this place as their own. Now I wander if any one is foolish enough to make it through to face me. Perhaps …………..

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Shinoda Daisy

I am alone, a outsider, a pariah. I was abandoned as a child, unwanted by my birth parents. I always thought that it was my fault, for being born. And I was to pay for my sins of life by to suffer a slow painful lonely death. Even as I cried out for help, I also wanted to. But by luck, I was found by a wandering shinobi, heading home. At first, he thought it was an elaborate trap to catch him off guard. But after realizing that it was not, he (Masamura) took me in to raise me at his village. I grew up with a rough early child hood. All the other kids teased me for not having my parents. Even though Masamura sama had taught me not to show my weakness, I still cry in my sleep. I wonder if I ever did something bad. For being alive…

Over the years, I began to follow at my adopted father’s footsteps, to be a shinobi, but I don’t know what my purpose is. Though his training methods are harsh, but afterwards, we relax & enjoy a little break. I soon began to notice that I was a bit faster & a bit more powerful than he is, him being 54 & I being 11. One night, while I went to train under the stars, I caught a glimpse of a shooting star. Naturally, I made a wish, but the star was a bit unusual. It stopped & hovered for a moment, as if it was looking at me. I felt compelled to stare in awe as it stood on top of the night sky. To my surprise, it was not a star, it was a creature, but it had no wings to fly. So how was it possible for it to stay up there? It seemed liked forever, but it was all just a moment. The creature went & ‘flew’ away, with such speed. I had asked my father about what I had just witnessed, & he told me that it was nothing, just my imagination. But for some reason, I knew that he was lying, as if he knew what it was. I hope some day, he would tell me what it was. Unfortunately, that day would come five years later.

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Four years later…
(sixty miles NW of Cerulean City)

It’s been two month since the incidents. Masamura had told me everything before he asked me to never come back. Meaning for me that he will stall the villagers while I make my escape, out of the village forever. Out to the outside world. Into a whole new world for me. I was shocked & scared, but now, I know what my path leads to. I have wanted to be a pokemon trainer, but I couldn’t. I was never meant to leave the village. But because of the events that had already taken place, I had an excuse, and I could get away from there forever. I will miss only Masamura, my ‘father’. Even if he was always tough on me, he was the only one who had cared about me. I must now go forward, since I can never go back. I haven’t made a plan to find my birth parents, but I don’t want to, not ever. They gave me up, so I’ll forget them. They are the past, And I must move on. Enough wallowing, now, it is time for me to start a new life. All I need first is a pokemon. Finally, a companion, a...friend that I can be with...


A/N: I know, this seems pointless & looks like it is going nowhere. But trust me, everything that has & had happened: will have a ripple effect that no body will ever see it coming.

Yes, this story was at FanFictionNet. But, I'm leaning on moving all the stories here. I'm sure there will be some people who won't like the move. But I think they will forget about me. Plus, I can put up some chapters that are deemed controversial. But I will obey the rules with the highest upmost respect. On Christmas Eve, I'll decide this will it's new home or post it here still...

Coming up next, Chapter 1: Into the depths of fate: (How Daisy meets Mewtwo) And it isn’t good.
Please read & review. Flames are ok, I can take the critiques.