Shiny Gallade TF
Insults and laughter echoed in the mind of nine-year-old Juan. He was always the target of school bullies; scrawny, socially awkward, and forced to view the world from behind a thick pair of spectacles. His parents always told him, "They're only teasing you because they feel bad about themselves." It didn't stop Juan from running away in tears every recess.
Today, he hid himself in a patch of high grass, high enough to reach his nose. He knew wild Pokemon could leap out and attack at any second.
He didn't care. He could just run away again.
However, that didn't happen. For hours it didn't happen. Juan had disguised himself so well teachers couldn't locate him, and had shut himself off from the outside world so much that he didn't realize recess had ended.
Juan instinctively scurried away at the sound, but only made it a few feet before recognizing the voice as a sympathetic one. Like his parents, only this voice sounded his age. Fearful of this new being mocking him, Juan slowly turned around.
The creature before him was absolutely tiny. She didn't even reach all the way up his leg. She was mostly a ghostly white, with green hair hiding her eyes and crimson horns poking out of the front and back of her head. Her legs were oddly shaped; it looked as though she was wearing a robe or dress and her legs somehow merged into it. Her arms, long compared to her body, ended in round, fingerless nubs.
"What are you," was all Juan could muster, "some kind of Pokemon?"
The creature cocked her head and raised an arm to her chin. "Ral ral ralts?"
"I'll take that as a yes..." Juan inched back. He had been told his entire life to never, ever walk into tall grass under any circumstances specifically so wild, untamed monstrosities wouldn't gobble him up for lunch.
The Pokemon inched with Juan. The two kept like this for some time, matching each other's motions, until Juan conceded and sat down. "You're not gonna hurt me... Are you?"
She simply approached Juan and sat on his lap. Juan flinched, but allowed her to remain.
At that moment, a loud bell rang out. "Oh no, school's over!" Juan stood up, causing the Pokemon to fall onto her belly, much to her surprise. "I've gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow!" With that, Juan scurried off. The Pokemon picked herself off the ground, not completely sure what just happened.
---Six Years Later---
Juan laid down on the back of Nymph, his Milotic, as she swam across the seas. Sitting near him was Sol, a Gardevoir, his first Pokemon, his closest friend. They accidentally met before Juan could legally become a Trainer, and over the years they forged an unbreakable bond through several adventures, some as mild as sneaking her into his room on rainy nights and some as extreme as fending off schoolyard bullies. Juan barely resembled the weak child he once was, now a seasoned and respected Pokemon Trainer, and Sol, other than evolving, had grown far beyond the curiosity-driven youth into a beautiful and powerful creature.
"Feels just like yesterday," Juan said to himself.
"Garde?" Sol looked over her shoulder.
"It's nothing," Juan replied, "just thinking about when we met."
"Garde, gardevoir." Sol leaned back, looked up at the sun, and smiled, clearly remembering the past as clearly as Juan could.
"What is it, girl?" Juan turned his head in the direction Nymph was Surfing. "Oh..."
Before them was an island, covered in tropical trees with a stone tower some way into it.
"Land there. Who knows what we'll find." Juan's inner explorer had taken over.
Nymph obliged and sped up, reaching the shoreline in under a minute. Juan recalled her. Him and Sol walked into the jungle.
Juan sent out Chopper, his Zangoose, so as to cut through any overgrown foliage in his path. Sol kept a close eye on their surroundings, ready to blast anything that gets a few feet too close with a Psychic.
"How long," Juan panted, "have we been out here..?" It felt like hours with no progress. Chopper had passed out from heat, and both Juan and Sol were close to doing the same.
"Garde," Sol replied, out of breath, "gardevoir..."
Sol's dulled senses failed to alert her to a large, pointed projectile. A massive needle shot through the jungle, flying straight at Juan.
Sol didn't sense it until it was a few feet away. "Garde!" She leaped at Juan, to get him down on the ground and out of the needle's line of fire.
She was too late. The needle pierced his stomach. Blood poured from the wound. Sol held her partner in her hands, watching in total horror.
"Wh-what," Juan said weakly, "what hit me..? Sol... I'm sorry... I brought us here..." His eyes closed.
Sol shook the human. He didn't respond. She placed her hand over his heart and focused. She couldn't sense any traces of life.
"No..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "No... This is not happening..."
A faint buzzing sound emerged, one Sol picked up.
The buzzing grew. A swarm of Beedrill near-instantly descended upon Sol and her departed partner.
"Intruders," one said, "intruders!"
"Protect the hive," shouted another, "protect the hive!"
"Y-you..." A shadowy aura glowed around Sol's body. "You did this..."
"Chaaaaarge!!!" The Beedrill swarmed Sol.
Almost everything on the island was flattened by the shockwave Sol unleashed. Her rage and sorrow spared nothing in it's path except Sol herself and the body of Juan.
Sol lay weeping over Juan's corpse. "I'm so sorry... I should've sensed them coming, I should've warned you sooner, I should've-"
"WHO DID THIS TO MY HIDEAWAY!?!?"
The area where the tower once stood exploded, and a small thing surrounded by a silver aura reaching high into the sky blasted out of it. The being shot directly to Sol.
"YOU! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE!? COUNTLESS LIVES, JUST GONE!!"
Sol was silent.
"HAVE YOU ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?!?"
"Have you ever had the closest friend you ever had stolen from you?"
"...What?" The silver aura dissipated, revealing a Jirachi.
"He..." Sol bent her head down as tears welled up in her eyes. "I could've..." She broke out into uncontrollable sobbing.
The Jirachi wasn't sure what to do. He lowered himself to float just above the ground. "Calm down..."
It took a few minutes for Sol to recover. "Wait. You can grant wishes." Sol grabbed Jirachi by the arms. "Bring him back!"
"Wah!" Jirachi pulled himself out of the depressed 'mon's grip. "Hey, here's the thing: I can actually only grant wishes from humans."
"O-oh..." Sol stared at Juan. He looked like he could be asleep. Save for the gaping hole in his abdomen.
"But I do know a place on this island where you might be able to resurrect him."
Sol instantly perked up. "TELL ME!!"
"First, calm do-"
"I AM COMPLETELY CALM!!!"
"Wagh!" Jirachi was actually blown back a bit. "I'm... sure you are. Anyways, here's what you do..."
Sol carried Juan's limp body in her arms to a spot on the coast of the island. On this spot was a stone spiral staircase swirling to a subterranean location. She descended the steps and found herself in a torchlit room with Unknown glyphs carved into the walls and a slab of stone in the center. She placed Juan on the slab, fell to her knees, and clasped her hands together.
"Ego dilecto meo pro regeneratione."
The moment the words finished leaving Sol's mouth, a black vortex appeared in the wall. A Dusknoir came out.
"It's not common for me to be so directly asked to return a departed soul," he said in a low bass voice. "Why should I allow this one back to the living world?"
"H-he's the kindest, most understanding, greatest person I ever knew. I... I love him! With all my heart!" Tears were, once again, forming under her eyes. "Please bring him back! I'm begging you!"
"Love," the Dusknoir mused, "such a strange thing. He began to return into the void. "He'll be revived. I'll see to it."
The void closed. For an entire minute, the room was silent.
The Unknown glyphs glowed, and removed themselves from the walls before growing into full Unknown. Sol, knowing the bizarre things they were capable of, backed up several feet.
The Unknown swirled around Juan's body, lifting it into the air. The room distorted; growing larger in some aces, shrinking in others, restoring to a newer state in some sections, further falling to age in others. The needle pulled itself out of the wound, followed by many ounces of yellowish toxin. The wound sealed itself up, and Juan's chest began rising and falling. Sol let out a sigh of relief. A mere two seconds later, a ? Unknown flew straight through Sol. She fell over, as a cool cerulean emerged at her shoulders and overtook her arms. The horns on her chest and back dyed themselves a vivid orange. Sol got back up, brushing some blue hair out of her yellow eyes. Her body glimmered as she did.
Sol's eyes shot back to Juan, and widened. Something was trying to push itself out of his chest, and succeeding. Eventually, his flesh couldn't take the strain and ripped around it, revealing a hard orange growth. Blood splattered against his shirt. Similarly, the skin over his back began being disgustingly pushed up, and ripped apart to allow another growth. Blood fell onto the stone slab.
A small scream escaped Juan's lips.
"What are you doing!?" Sol ran up to the slab and looked up at the Unknown. "You're hurting him!"
Sol's cries were ignored. Juan's shoes tore apart to reveal round stubs where his feet should've been. The skin on them slowly brightened until it was ghost-white. The discoloring spread upwards to encompass his entire lower body. His pelvis deformed into a disc, straining against the waistline of his pants. His index and middle fingers gravitated together, and then melted together. Same happened to the pinky and ring fingers. His remaining six digits pulled inwards as his arms began to flatten.
"Ngh... Agh!" Juan's face twisted in pain and he screamed in agony. A growth was trying to escape through his elbow in a most revolting manner, pulling the skin around it far more than it should stretch. Sheen! A blue blade, tipped with blood, metallic in texture, and as long as Juan's forearm, extended out of his right elbow, splashing blood all over the room. His face relaxed, the pain having subsided. The skin on his arm coated itself with the same shade of blue as the blade. The pigments spread across a shrinking torso and over to his left arm. Juan shrieked once again, as another blade struggled to break free of his left arm, with even more victory than the right one. It was likely the Unknown's work Juan hadn't died a second time from blood loss. The only relatively human part of Juan remaining was his head, and even that wasn't untouched; his skin was white as a sheet and his hair was blue as the ocean. His eyeballs bulged out, enlarged, and his skull reshaped to accommodate them. His ears shrank, becoming so small they were nearly invisible, as two spikes grew on either side of his face; one behind the eye and a smaller one directly under it. His once-curly hair stuck to the back of his head and curved down the front of his face. Juan let out one last, weak yelp as a grey spike shot out of the top of his head, much faster than the blades or horns, although with just as much gore.
The Unknown began to depart, and Juan, in the form of a blue Gallade, slowly fell back to the ground, into the waiting arms of the shocked Sol. She held him close. She could feel his heart beating, and could sense his emotions surfacing. He was alive. Tears fell, but now they were tears of joy.
One Unknown saw the scene. It somehow felt a sense of mystification. It decided to leave them with one more thing.
Sol looked up and saw that they were no longer in a cold chamber, but a warm chapel. Nobody was there except for them. Sol looked down at her unconscious partner. She loved him with all her heart, and could feel Juan felt the same for her. Smiling to herself, she set him down on a bench.
"Ngh... Gah... Ah!" Juan awoke with a start. His yellow eyes shot open and he sat straight up. "Oh... Just a nightmare..."
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Lie down," said a beautiful female voice. "You need more rest."
Juan obliged. He did feel drained. The voice sounded familiar... but he didn't know who the speaker was. "What happened? I remember riding my Milotic... I must have fallen asleep. I had the strangest dream, also."
"Really? What happened?"
"Well..." Juan closed his eyes, recalling what he saw. "I think we found an island. I went ashore with my Gardevoir, and then- wait." He sat back up, muscles tense. "Sol! Did you find a Gardevoir?"
"Right..." He laid back down. Wherever he was, it was very bright, and the ceiling was extremely high up. "We went ashore, and something hit me..." He put a hand on his head. "I know more happened after that, I remember hurting, but no images." Then a revelation struck him. "You called me Juan. I never told you my name."
"There's a reason..." Juan sat up and turned around. The one with him was a shiny Gardevoir. "We met a long time ago."
"Holy Arceus!" Juan leapt to his feet, with reflexes he certainly didn't possess before. "A talking Pokemon!"
"It's me, Juan..." The Gardevoir put her hand on Juan's shoulder. "I'm Sol. That wasn't a dream you had."
"What..." Juan brushed her hand off, and saw his own. "What!? What happened!?"
"You..." Sol looked at the ground. "You died. I found a way to bring you back..."
Juan ran to a window. The light hurt his eyes, but he saw the image of a shiny Gallade in his reflection. "This is impossible... I'm still dreaming..."
Juan turned back around. He noticed a bouquet of roses in Sol's hand. "Sol..."
"Juan, I love you. I truly do." She held up the roses. "Will you... How do you humans say it... Will you marry me?"
Juan froze up. So much happened. He didn't know what to think, what to do, what to say. Then he felt a spark of an emotion. A strong one. Perhaps the strongest one of all. He gulped, and slowly nodded. "Yes. I..." He quickly stepped forward and hugged Sol. "I love you. More than anything else, I love you."
Sol, at first taken off guard, smiled and hugged him back. "Thank you... I've... Never been so... happy..."
Sol placed her lips on Juan's, and they kissed.