OOC: This was originally supposed to be a 95% Non-Pokemon story, but I got lazy and decided to write this instead. As the title states, this story strays away from Sean Marshall and focuses on a character who has absolutely nothing to do with Adventure Log.
Prologue: My name is Kakashi Hokura. Kakashi is japanese for Scarecrow, but I'm not sure on the Hokura part. I'm not even sure it's japanese, I just assume it means "Fire Blossom" since "Ho" means fire and "kura" I guess means blossom. Anyways, the Hokura clan has been known for their work with fire. Hundreds of years ago, the original two Hokura clan members started research on fire and its subordinates. They discovered many types of fire, from the regular type to types that nobody thought existed like sacred. in twenty years, the baton was passed to five Hokura clan members. That generation had the second-toughest trial of them all. A legendary Pokemon was awakened then. It caused massive fires with a single flap of its wings. Though the identity of the Pokemon was foggy, there are only two legendary Fire-types with wings: Moltres and Ho-oh. There are only two clan members left so far...me and my uncle; Kage Sasori Hokura. Some of you might know, "Kage" stands for "Shadow" and "Sasori" means "Scorpion." He is named for his fighting style when he was twenty-two. He attacked with a poison dagger and wore all black to hide quickly. We(actually I) had the hardest trial of them all. This trial started when I was eight.
Filler Log 001: Flames of Destiny
It all started when I was eight. It was a regular school day in Apricot Town. I combed my brown hair, brushed my teeth, and put on my green shirt and blue pants. I grabbed my jacket since it was supposed to be cold today. I opened the door and breathed in the fresh air. I was not allowed to walk to school on my own; I had to walk with my Pokemon.
Just so you know, the television shows say you can't own a Pokemon until you are ten. In real life however, you can own a Pokemon at the age of seven. You just cannot enter the league or be a contest participant. I let out my Wailmer; it was a chubby blue Pokemon with a big spout. We walked the one block down to school.
In class, we were working on an art project. The teacher brought in thirty giant tubs of oil pastels for each student and some black construction paper. We were supposed to draw a self-portrait of ourselves. We were allowed to talk to our friends, but we had to stay at our tables. I just sat there and drew.
One of the reasons I had no friends was because of my Pokemon. In school, the somewhat popular kids had Ice-type Pokemon, the popular ones had Bug-types, and the most popular had Grass-types. You were extremely popular if you had one of those types and knew how to win battles. If you had a Water- or Dragon-type, you were made fun of.
I looked at my table. There were four students, each with a different popularity level. First, there was Lisa, she had crispy black hair and owned a Swinub, she was kind of cool. Then there was Marcus, the most popular kid in school, he had an Oddish and could beat anybody. Beside me was my friend: Sean Marshall. He was a strange kid with brown hair and eyes. His parents died when he was little, but he survived and caught two Pokemon a Nincada and a Treecko, making him extremely popular. Then there was my Wailmer and me.
Sean was not paying attention to me because he was talking to Stacey. She had blonde hair and brown eyes. Her Pokemon was a Pichu, which made her an average kid. They were my only friends, but they paid more attention to each other than me. I turned around and continued my drawing. By the time the recess bell rang, I had drawn an almost-flawless picture of myself. As I worked on the final changes, Marcus pushed me and I ruined the picture. We all walked outside, I stayed at the end of the line as usual.
I sat on the porch near the classroom with Wailmer. Eventually, Sean came walked up to me. He sat down and let out his Pokemon. Nincada was a little brown bug with four legs and Treecko was a green Pokemon with a fat tail that stood upright. The three Pokemon played with each other. As we sat down, Marcus and his Oddish walked by. Treecko accidentally bumped Wailmer and sent him rolling. The whale bumped into Marcus. I ran up to make sure my Pokemon was okay.
"Hey, Scarecrow boy!" Marcus yelled, "Your fat Pokemon hit me."
"It was an accident," I said, "And my name is Kakashi, not scarecrow boy."
"Your name is whatever I say it is," he barked, "Oddish hit those two with Razor Leaf."
The little blue plant with leaves on its head spun around. Several leaves flew at Wailmer and I. The brushed past and cut us. This was the kind of stuff that happened to me at this school. Wailmer and I ran to a big pile of rocks that we would hide in if we were picked on. From the pile, we could clearly see the classroom and the kids playing. Suddenly, a large shadow blocked out the sky and a swish was heard. Something red fell from the sky and right through the classroom! In a matter of seconds flames exploded from the small building.
The teacher evacuated the students to the gym. I remembered that Sean was sitting on the porch with me I hope he was okay. As I crawled out of my hiding place to join the others, I saw a strange bird in the flames. I walked into the gym made of red bricks and orange tile. The teacher was sitting down and sighing, we had the door open so we can see everything. The firefighters came and they brought the Blastoise Battalion. A group of blue turtles with jets in their shells stood by the fire.
"Oh my god!" Stacey yelled, "There's Sean stuck under a pile of rubble!"
"Don't worry Stacey," the teacher said, "The firefighters will put out the fire and get him."
"Wait a minute, there are oil pastels all over the room," I thought.
I remembered one of my uncle’s lessons. He taught me about oil fires one time. He said that when a fire has enough oil, it could absorb anything with oxygen. He demonstrated by pouring water over the fire. The orange flames only grew bigger until he poured dirt over them.
"Wait!" I yelled, seeing them prepare to douse the fire, "If they spray water on the fire, it will get bigger."
"Be quiet Kakashi!" Lisa sobbed, "You're just trying to scare us."
"Now Kakashi," the teacher said, "We're already scared enough, stop worrying the class."
I could not take it; the fire would get massive and take us all down. I looked at Stacey and she knew what I had in mind. She stood up and hugged the teacher, sobbing loudly. While the teacher had her hands full with Stacey, Wailmer and I ran towards the flames. We blocked the way of the Blastoise Battalion.
"You can't spray water!" I yelled, "If you do, the entire school will burn."
"Don't worry kid," one of the firefighters said, "We can handle the fire."
Just then, a news truck drove up and reporters came out. I knew this was my only chance to stop them. I looked at Sean; he was struggling to get out of the rubble. I turned around and stared at the flames.
"Wailmer, fire a trickle of water," I said calmly.
Wailmer obeyed and spit a small spray of water. It touched the fire and the flames sparked. I beamed proudly and turned to the crew. They had a look of fear on their faces. I heard a loud crackle and realized what was going on. I quickly ducked to the ground as the fire exploded and flames went over my head. The water had given the fire enough boost to reach another tub of pastels. Thankfully, Sean was low enough to avoid the flames. After they disposed of the fire properly, a reporter asked me a few questions.
When we got home, my uncle Kage asked about our day. I looked at Wailmer and laughed, saying nothing happened. We went to bed early. I fell asleep thinking of what I saw in the flames. That was the first occurrence, the second happened years later, when I was twelve.
The next day, I found myself popular at school. I was respected by the somewhat popular kids, but occasionally picked on by other kids. With my rising popularity, Sean wanted to be more popular too. So he challenged Marcus, who wanted a two-on-one battle. Though Sean had two Pokemon, he lost. Two years later, he left school to travel and train.
Two more years had passed; Apricot Town had slowly been developing into a city. Stacey and I each received a phone call from Sean; he was returning and would be joining the police force. We waited for him by the gate at school. Just then, Marcus walked by.
"Hey dweeb," he said, walking in front of me, "You still got that Wailmer?"
"Yeah, and your point?" I asked, finally standing up for myself, "What about it?"
"You've had the same Pokemon for four years!" he yelled, "My Oddish evolved into a Vileplume and I caught a Sudowoodo! You could at least catch a new Pokemon."
"He's here!" Stacey called, running to an approaching figure.
Sure enough, it was Sean. As Stacey ran right in front of him, he slid to the side and stuck out his leg. Stacey tripped, only to be caught by Sean. He used to do that when he was eight.
"Don't trip," he laughed, escorting her back to the campus.
Now that Sean was close enough to actually see, I realized he looked different. His brown hair was spiked all around now, instead of just the top. His eyes even changed, they were green now. I also noticed something peculiar on his back, but I had no clue what it was. Marcus pushed past me and got in Sean's face.
"Hey, hair for brains," he taunted, "I caught a new Pokemon so I can cream you twice as hard this time!"
"Interesting..." Sean scoffed, "Well, I evolved both my Pokemon."
"Okay, a rematch it is," Marcus laughed, "But no switching Pokemon, the one that steps in is the one that battles until it faints."
At this, Sean reached into a pouch and brought out a Pokeball. Marcus pulled a Pokeball off his belt that was decorated with strange stickers. They both tossed out their Pokemon. In a flash of white sparks, Sean's Pokemon emerged. This Pokemon had a gold mask, black body and slick wings. Sean's Nincada had evolved into Ninjask! The other Pokeball spewed out a big blue Pokemon with a red flower on its head. Oddish was now a Vileplume. Both Pokemon stared at each other.
"Vileplume, use your Petal Dance!" Marcus yelled.
"Ha!" Sean laughed, "Ninjask, dodge the attack."
Vileplume began to spin and a flurry of pink petals blew towards Ninjask. The bug turned around and sped off. The petals missed, but Vileplume spun faster. Another volley of petals chased after the bug, but missed. Each time the attack missed, Vileplume would spin faster and faster. The petals would be closer and closer to Ninjask. Now the petals were right behind the bug.
"Looks like I finally got you," Marcus chuckled.
"You forgot about Ninjask's Speed Boost," Sean replied.
The little black bug stopped in its tracks. Right when the petals were about to hit it, Ninjask vanished in a burst of speed. Then, it used Swords Dance to sharpen its claws. Sean stood there and watched Ninjask prepare for the attack. Vileplume stopped spinning and was wobbling around worthlessly, it had become dizzy.
"Now, hit Vileplume with Aerial Ace!" Sean shouted.
Ninjask moved at such a speed that it seemed to warp right behind Vileplume. The bug charged forward and struck the poor plant Pokemon. It fell to the ground as the bug flew high into the sky. In a red light, Marcus called back his Pokemon and threw out a new one. The next Pokemon was brown like a tree and had green circles on its hands and head. Sudowoodo let out a cry.
"I'll take Sudowoodo down in two seconds," Sean said, "Ninjask use Baton Pass."
Marcus watched in horror as a red baton took Ninjask's place. Sudowoodo tried to grab it before the next Pokemon appeared, but it was too slow. The baton transformed into a green Pokemon with a red belly and a long leaf on its head. Grovyle had an intense look in its eyes.
"What is the point in Swords Dance if you switch to a Grass-Type?" Marcus laughed.
"Grovyle's Leaf Blade is a physical attack, moron," Sean replied coldly.
The leaves on Grovyle's elbows grew as it prepared to finish the battle. Suddenly, a familiar shadow followed by a red object following appeared. The object crashed into a building across the street, causing a massive fire. I watched in horror as my favorite movie theater was enveloped in flames. Once again, I saw the shape of a bird in the fire. I knew that this was indeed the monster of legend. The firefighters put out the fire and all was well.
Marcus resolved to train harder. Sean and Stacey had hooked up. Sean gave me his Grovyle and I released Wailmer. Within one year, giant snakes and white monsters attacked the city. Following the attack, Sean and Stacey vanished. Later, the same creatures invaded the city only to be chased away. People say that Sean was involved in all of this. I just laughed when I heard the rumor. Sean was strong, but he couldn't chase away these guys.
It had been a couple of years since the last fire. I was now fourteen and Lisa and I were good friends. One day, we were hanging out at the park when the dreaded shadow darkened the sky. Four fiery objects fell and started four fires. The two of us decided to investigate. We discovered that all of these places that were attacked had one thing in common: me.
In one year, we had found out the monster's ambitions. It wanted to stop the Hokura clan from restoring. It would do that by killing me. My uncle agreed to help us stop the monster. The three of us stood on the roof of the school with Uncle Sasori's Pokemon. One was blue with a fish tail and gills it was a Vaporeon. The other was a red lobster with a gold star on its forehead called Crawdaunt. We stood there and waited for the monster to attack.
"Do you think it'll be here soon Mr. Hokura?" Lisa asked.
"Please, call me Kage," he said in his gruff voice.
"Well 'Kage,' do you think it'll attack soon," I laughed.
"You can never be certain," he replied.
Sure enough, we waited for several hours. Then, we waited a few days. Finally, the weekend was over and school started. We woke up to the sound of the bell. We could hear a student pointing to something at the sky. We looked up and saw a flaming bird diving straight towards us.
"Crawdaunt, uses Bubblebeam,” Uncle Kage commanded, “Vaporeon use your Hydro Pump!"
The red lobster opened his claws and shot out a spray of bubbles. The mermaid fired off a massive geyser of water. Both attacks struck the flaming bird, but the fire evaporated into steam. The bird flew over and sprayed fire. We barely dodged the white-hot flames. I could almost feel myself melting. The five of us ran off the roof.
"We have to get to the lake!" Uncle Sasori yelled, "The water Pokemon there can help."
Suddenly, the crimson bird flew over the roof and charged fired a single fiery bullet. We thought it would hit us, but a storm of pink petals took the hit instead. There was only one Pokemon in the whole school that can unleash a flurry of petals. Marcus slid behind us and signaled for us to leave. He seemed different, more mature than last time I saw him. He wore a green jacket and tan shorts with black shoes. His hair kind of looked like Sean's buzz cut. He brought out three Pokeballs and threw them out. We ran into the forest.
"Sudowoodo! Pidgeot! Porygon-Z! Show that hot head who's boss!" he yelled.
The brown tree-like Pokemon erupted from his Pokeball. I never knew when he caught a Pidgey, but it evolved into a massive bird with red and yellow feathers flowing from its head. Sadly, they left plain view before I could see what Porygon-Z looked like. We ran down the dark forest path, worried about how the battle would turn out.
Porygon-Z, a Pokemon from the Sinnoh region. It had two blue hands and a single blue leg. It had an egg-shaped pink torso with a blue stripe. Its head was also pink and it had a blue beak. Porygon-Z was a rare Pokemon. Two trainers ran up to Marcus. They were identical; except one wore blue clothes and the other wore yellow.
"What do you want us to do boss?" the twin wearing blue asked.
"I want you to make sure they get to the lake," Marcus said.
"Okay, be careful," the other twin replied.
"Wait...before you two go," Marcus shouted, "Jerry, you were one of the smartest people I've ever met. Terry, you showed true courage all the way."
The two left with an emotional good-bye full of tears. Marcus openly mocked them and turned his attention to the task at hand: fighting the bird. It had a large wing-span and long beak.